Love Me. Love My Umbrella.

If Ireland Is To Become A New Ireland She Must First Become European.

No Pen, No Ink, No Table, No Room, No Time, No Quiet, No Inclination.

Our Civilization, Bequeathed To Us By Fierce Adventurers, Eaters Of Meat And Hunters, Is So Full Of Hurry And Combat, So Busy About Many Things Which Perhaps Are Of No Importance, That It Cannot But See Something Feeble In A Civilization Which Smiles As It Refuses To Make The Battlefield The Test Of Excellence.

I Think I Would Know Nora's Fart Anywhere. I Think I Could Pick Hers Out In A Roomful Of Farting Women.

You Behold In Me, Stephen Said With Grim Displeasure, A Horrible Example Of Free Thought.