Out of Ireland have we come great hatred little room maimed us at the start. I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic heart.
Because of its tremendous solemnity death is the light in which great passions both good and bad become transparent no longer limited by outward appearences.
Personality is only ripe when a man has made the truth his own.
The truth is a snare: you cannot have it without being caught. You cannot...
People commonly travel the world over to see rivers and mountains new stars...
Gotta break your neck to see a star in this yard.
The dreadful truth is that when people come to see their MP they have run...
When we are dealing with death we are constantly being dragged down by the...
