Pride and hope and desire like crushed herbs in his heart sent up vapours of maddening incense before the eyes of his mind. - James Joyce

Away! Away! The spell of arms and voices: the white arms of roads, their promise of close embraces and the black arms of tall ships that stand against the moon, their tale of distant nations. They are held out to say: We are alone. Come. And the voices say with them: We are your kinsmen. And the air is thick with their company as they call to me, their kinsman, making ready to go, shaking the wings of their exultant and terrible youth... Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.

I'd love to have the whole place swimming in roses

I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.