The Hands Are The Heart's Messengers.

The Irish Say Your Trouble Is Their Trouble And Your Joy Their Joy? I Wish I Could Believe It; I Am Troubled, I'm Dissatisfied, I'm Irish.

There Is No Pleasure Subtler Than The Sensation Of Being A Good Workman; And In Work There Is The Sense Of Consanguinity-unconscious As A Rule But Sometimes Conscious.

The Hands Are The Heart's Messengers.

Hindered Characters / Seldom Have Mothers / In Irish Stories, But They All Have Grandmothers.

That Which Is Impossible To Force, It Is Impossible To Hinder.