Every Irishman, The Saying Goes, Has A

The Ancients Dreaded Death: The Christian Can Only Fear Dying.

Every Irishman, The Saying Goes, Has A Potato In His Head.

Friendship Is Love Without Its Flowers Or Veil.

It Is Well For Us That We Are Born Babies In Intellect. Could We Understand Half What Mothers Say And Do To Their Infants, We Should Be Filled With A Conceit Of Our Own Importance, Which Would Render Us Insupportable Through Life.

Love, It Has Been Said, Flows Downward. The Love Of Parents For Their Children Has Always Been Far More Powerful Than That Of Children For Their Parents; And Who Among The Sons Of Men Ever Loved God With A Thousandth Part Of The Love Which God Has Manifested To Us?