The Irish Say Your Trouble Is Their

It Is Human Nature To Stand In The Middle Of A Thing.

The Irish Say Your Trouble Is Their Trouble And Your Joy Their Joy? I Wish I Could Believe It; I Am Troubled, I'm Dissatisfied, I'm Irish.

There Never Was A War That Was Not Inward.

There Is A Great Amount Of Poetry In Unconscious Fastidiousness.

So Wary As To Disappear For Centuries And Reappear But Never Caught, The Unicorn Has Been Preserved By An Unmatched Device Wrought Like The Work Of Expert Blacksmiths.