Ireland Sober Is Ireland Stiff.

There Was No Doubt About It: If You Wanted To Succeed You Had To Go Away. You Could Do Nothing In Dublin.

Beware The Horns Of A Bull, The Heels Of The Horse, And The Smile Of An Englishman.

History Is That Nightmare From Which There Is No Awakening.

It Is As Painful Perhaps To Be Awakened From A Vision As To Be Born.

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