If Ireland Is To Become A New

Hell Is The Centre Of Evils And, As You Know, Things Are More Intense At Their Centres Than At Their Remotest Points.

What Is Better Than To Sit At The End Of The Day And Drink Wine With Friends, Or Substitutes For Friends?

He Wanted To Cry Quietly But Not For Himself: For The Words, So Beautiful And Sad, Like Music.

History Is That Nightmare From Which There Is No Awakening.

I Confess That I Do Not See What Good It Does To Fulminate Against The English Tyranny While The Roman Tyranny Occupies The Palace Of The Soul.