A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.

People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus.

Shut your eyes and see.

Absence, the highest form of presence.

Mistakes are the portals of discovery.

There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.

Your mind will give back to you exactly what you put into it.

The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.

Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.

I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.

All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.

That's the beauty of art--we strive for perfection but never achieve it. The journey is everything.

We gave ourselves for lost men, and prepared for death. Yet we did lift up our hearts and voices to God above, who "showeth His wonders in the deep".

We remember, also, how that it is becoming increasingly difficult in these strenuous days for those who are desirous of studying the deeper things of God to find the time which such study requires.

The American Dream is not being dependent on the federal government for your health care, for your automobile, for your college education, for your student loan on and on and on.

Let each of us dream of a community of artists and work to make that dream a reality.

Universal morality is to be found in little everyday penny-events just as much as in great ones.

When you're feeling terrific, notify your face.

I'm wild again, beguiled again, a whimpering, simpering child again. Bewitched, bothered, bewildered am I.

I worked offshore as an oil worker for a couple of years.

In our animation we must show only the actions and reactions of a character, but we must picture also with the action. . . the feeling of those characters.