The First Play I Wrote Was Called

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.

It Is What The Poets Of Ireland Used To Be Saying, That Every Brave Man, Good At Fighting, And Every Man That Could Do Great Deeds And Not Be Making Much Talk About Them, Was Of The Sons Of The Gael; And That Every Skilled Man That Had Music And That Did Enchantments Secretly, Was Of The Tuatha De Danaan.

There Is No Sin Coveting Things Are Of No Great Use Or Profit, But Would Show Out Good And Have Some Grandeur Around Them.

The Way Most People Fail Is In Not Keeping Up The Heart.