The Only Decent People I Ever Saw

Save The Trees Of Ireland For The Future Men Of Ireland On The Fair Hills Of Eire, O.

It Is A Symbol Of Irish Art. The Cracked Looking-glass Of A Servant.

One Of The Things I Could Never Get Accustomed To In My Youth Was The Difference I Found Between Life And Literature.

No One Who Has Any Self-respect Stays In Ireland, But Flees Afar As Though From A Country That Has Undergone The Visitation Of An Angered Jove.

The Apprehensive Faculty Must Be Scrutinised In Action.