My Heart Is Quite Calm Now. I

An Irishman Needs Three Things : Silence, Cunnning, And Exile.

Your Mind Will Give Back To You Exactly What You Put Into It.

It Was Cold Autumn Weather, But In Spite Of The Cold They Wandered Up And Down The Roads Of The Park For Nearly Three Hours. They Agreed To Break Off Their Intercourse; Every Bond, He Said, Is A Bond To Sorrow.

Wipe Your Glosses With What You Know.

The Sacred Pint Alone Can Unbind The Tongue.