Old Father, Old Artificer, Stand Me Now

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

Though Their Life Was Modest, They Believed In Eating Well.

There Is Not Past, No Future; Everything Flows In An Eternal Present.

There Is An Atmosphere Of Spiritual Effort Here. No Other City Is Quite Like It. I Wake Early, Often At 5 O'clock, And Start Writing At Once.

We Are All Born In The Same Way But We All Die In Different Ways.