Dogs Are A Habit, I Think.

... In General, The Anglo-irish Do Not Make Good Dancers; They Are Too Spritely And Conscious; They Are Incapable Of One Kind Of Trance Or Of Being Seemingly Impersonal. And, For The Formal, Pure Dance They Lack The Formality: About Their Stylishness (for They Have Stylishness) There Is Something Impromptu, Slightly Disorderly.

This, My First [bicycle] Had An Intrinsic Beauty. And It Opened For Me An Era Of All But Flying, Which Roads Emptily Crossing Theairy, Gold-gorsy Common Enhanced. Nothing Since Has Equalled That Birdlike Freedom.

To Walk Into History Is To Be Free At Once, To Be At Large Among People.

... Artists Were Intended To Be An Ornament To Society. As A Society In Themselves They Are Unthinkable.

The Silence Of A Shut Park Does Not Sound Like Country Silence: It Is Tense And Confined.