Ireland Is The Old Sow That Eats

To Live, To Err, To Fall, To Triumph, To Recreate Life Out Of Life.

Never Let Us Do Wrong, Because Our Opponents Did So. Let Us, Rather, By Doing Right, Show Them What They Ought To Have Done, And Establish A Rule The Dictates Of Reason And Conscience, Rather Than Of The Angry Passions.

I Could Call My Wandering Thoughts Together. I Had Hardly Any Patience With The Serious Work Of Life Which, Now That It Stood Between Me And My Desire, Seemed To Me Child's Play, Ugly Monotonous Child's Play.

Redheaded Women Buck Like Goats.

Men Are Governed By Lines Of Intellect - Women: By Curves Of Emotion.