Let My Country Die For Me.

Save The Trees Of Ireland For The Future Men Of Ireland On The Fair Hills Of Eire, O.

I Hear The Ruin Of All Space, Shattered Glass And Toppled Masonry, And Time One Livid Final Flame.

Life Is Too Short To Read A Bad Book.

If It Is Thus, I Ask Emphatically Whence Comes This Thusness.

Read Your Own Obituary Notice; They Say You Live Longer. Gives You Second Wind. New Lease Of Life.