Where Would The Irish Be Without Someone

Without Fiction, Either Life Would Be Insufficient Or The Winds From The North Would Blow Too Cold.

To Walk Into History Is To Be Free At Once, To Be At Large Among People.

Meetings That Do Not Come Off Keep A Character Of Their Own. They Stay As They Were Projected.

The Child Lives In The Book; But Just As Much The Book Lives In The Child.

We Desert Those Who Desert Us; We Cannot Afford To Suffer; We Must Live How We Can.