The Very Madness Of The Scheme Protects

Love Is The Source Of Our Greatest Errors; But When It Is Even Partially Refined It Is The Energy And The Passion Of The Soul In Its Search For Good, The Force That Joins Us To Good And Joins Us To The World Through Good. Its Existence Is The Unmistakable Sign That We Are Spiritual Creatures, Attracted By Excellence And Made For The Good. It Is A Reflection Of The Warmth And Light Of The Sun.

That's How Vile I Am! I Live Ireland, I Breathe Ireland, And Christ How I Loathe It, I Wish I Were A Bloody Scot, That's How Bloody Awful It Is Being Irish!

There Is Nothing Like The Bootless Solitude Of Those Who Are Caged Together.

Not To Have Been Born Is Undoubtedly Best, But Sound Sleep Is Second Best.

Language Is A Machine For Making Falsehoods.