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On the morning of my thirty-fifth birthday, I woke up to an newspaper article entitled 'Mass extinction of species is happening in Ireland'. The article stated that a third of the species groups examined are threatened with extinction, predominantly due to , , and . A number of species are, in fact, '', and without urgent action being taken immediately, they will simply disappear entirely from this island. That morning, I spent so many hours researching what we have already lost — what we risk losing any day — that I nearly wept with the sadness of it all. Some of those creatures in most danger are the , the , the , the bumblebee, the , the and the .

Any sort of plain speaking is better than the nauseous sham good fellowship our democratic public men get up for shop use.

Conceive. That is the word that means both the beginning in imagination and the end in creation.

Your father is a fool skin deep; but you are a fool to your very marrow.

I enjoy convalescence. It is the part that makes illness worth while.

Life must not cease. That comes before everything. It is silly to say you do not care. You do care. It is that care that will prompt your imagination; inflame your desires; make your will irresistible; and create out of nothing.

Silence is the most perfect expression of scorn.

I make no vows. I take my chance. ... It means that I fear certainty as you fear uncertainty. It means that nothing is certain but uncertainty. If I bind the future I bind my will. If I bind my will I strangle creation.

: The voice in the garden is your own voice.

: It is; and it is not. It is something greater than me: I am only a part of it.

: The Voice does not tell me not to kill you. Yet I do not want you to die before me. No voice is needed to make me feel that.

[throwing his arm round her shoulder with an expression of anguish]: Oh no: that is plain without any voice. There is something that holds us together, something that has no word —

: Love. Love. Love.

: That is too short a word for so long a thing.

Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire; you will what you imagine; and at last you create what you will.

I hear you say "Why?" Always "Why?" You see things; and you say "Why?" But I dream things that never were; and I say "Why not?"

The worst cliques are those which consist of one man.