There's Many A True Word Spoken In

I Am Proud To Be An Emotionalist.

Oh Ireland My First And Only Love Where Christ And Caesar Are Hand In Glove!

Every Jackass Going The Roads Thinks He Has Ideas.

Beauty, The Splendour Of Truth, Is A Gracious Presence When The Imagination Contemplates Intensely The Truth Of Its Own Being Or The Visible World, And The Spirit Which Proceeds Out Of Truth And Beauty Is The Holy Spirit Of Joy. These Are Realities And These Alone Give And Sustain Life.

If The Irish Programme Did Not Insist On The Irish Language I Suppose I Could Call Myself A Nationalist. As It Is, I Am Content Torecognize Myself An Exile: And, Prophetically, A Repudiated One.