The Wish To Lead Out

Sacrificers Are Not The Ones To Pity. The Ones To Pity Are Those They Sacrifice.

Nobody Speaks The Truth When There's Something They Must Have.

Habit, Of Which Passion Must Be Wary, May All The Same Be The Sweetest Part Of Love.

... 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.

Characters Should On The Whole, Be Under Rather Than Over Articulate. What They Intend To Say Should Be More Evident, More Striking (because Of Its Greater Inner Importance To The Plot) Than What They Arrive At Saying.