Ireland Sober Is Ireland Stiff.

Any Object, Intensely Regarded, May Be A Gate Of Access To The Incorruptible Eons Of The Gods.

Wipe Your Glosses With What You Know.

We Are All Born In The Same Way But We All Die In Different Ways.

Nations Have Their Ego, Just Like Individuals.

Alone, What Did Bloom Feel? The Cold Of Interstellar Space, Thousands Of Degrees Below Freezing Point Or The Absolute Zero Of Fahrenheit, Centigrade Or Réaumur: The Incipient Intimations Of Proximate Dawn.