Fall If You Will, But Rise You

Ireland Sober Is Ireland Stiff.

I Could Call My Wandering Thoughts Together. I Had Hardly Any Patience With The Serious Work Of Life Which, Now That It Stood Between Me And My Desire, Seemed To Me Child's Play, Ugly Monotonous Child's Play.

My Mouth Is Full Of Decayed Teeth And My Soul Of Decayed Ambitions.

Always See A Fellows Weak Point In His Wife.

Time Is, Time Was, But Time Shall Be No More.