I Hear The Ruin Of All Space,

And Then I Asked Him With My Eyes To Ask Again Yes And Then He Asked Me Would I Yes And His Heart Was Going Like Mad And Yes I Said Yes I Will Yes.

What Did It Avail To Pray When He Knew His Soul Lusted After Its Own Destruction?

All Human History Moves Towards One Great Goal

White Wine Is Like Electricity. Red Wine Looks And Tastes Like A Liquified Beefsteak.

An Irishman Needs Three Things : Silence, Cunnning, And Exile.