Many A Poor Soul Has Had To

Our Curses On Them That Boil The Eggs Too Hard! What Use Is An Egg That Is Hard To Any Person On Earth?

And My Desire,' He Said, 'is A Desire That Is As Long As A Year; But It Is Love Given To An Echo, The Spending Of Grief On A Wave, A Lonely Fight With A Shadow, That Is What My Love And My Desire Have Been To Me.

The First Play I Wrote Was Called 'twenty-five.' It Was Played By Our Company In Dublin And London, And Was Adapted And Translated Into Irish And Played In America.

In Writing A Little Tragedy, 'the Gaol Gate,' I Made The Scenario In Three Lines, 'he Is An Informer; He Is Dead; He Is Hanged.' I Wrote That Play Very Quickly.

Ah, I Am Thinking People Put More In Their Prayers Than Was Ever Put In Them By God.