The Happy Childhood Is Hardly Worth Your

It's Not Enough To Be American. You Always Have To Be Something Else, Irish-american, German-american, And You'd Wonder How They'd Get Along If Someone Hadn't Invented The Hyphen

The Sky Is The Limit. You Never Have The Same Experience Twice.

The Master Says It's A Glorious Thing To Die For The Faith And Dad Says It's A Glorious Thing To Die For Ireland And I Wonder If There's Anyone In The World Who Would Like Us To Live. My Brothers Are Dead And My Sister Is Dead And I Wonder If They Died For Ireland Or For The Faith. Dad Says They Were Too Young To Die For Anything. Mam Says It Was Disease And Starvation And Him Never Having A Job. Dad Says, Och, Angela, Puts On His Cap, And Goes For A Long Walk.

Your Mind Is A Treasure House That You Should Stock Well And It's The One Part Of You The World Can't Interfere With.

You Feel A Sense Of Urgency, Especially At My Advanced Age, When You're Staring Into The Grave.