The Mind Is An Enchanting Thing.

There Never Was A War That Was Not Inward.

Men Are Monopolists Of "stars, Garters, Buttons And Other Shining Baubles"- Unfit To Be The Guardians Of Another Person's Happiness.

I'm Troubled. I'm Dissatisfied. I'm Irish.

The Enslaver Is Enslaved, The Hater, Harmed.

If We Can't Be Cordial To These Creatures' Fleece, I Think That We Deserve To Freeze.