The Great Appear Great To Us.

No Revolutionary Movement Is Complete Without Its Poetical Expression.

I Can Always Guarantee That The Irish Citizen Army Will Fight But I Cannot Guarantee That It Will Be On Time

Without The Power Of The Industrial Union Behind It, Democracy Can Only Enter The State As The Victim Enters The Gullet Of The Serpent.

Ireland, As Distinct From Her People, Is Nothing To Me; And The Man Who Is Bubbling Over With Love And Enthusiasm For "ireland," And Can Yet Pass Unmoved Through Our Streets And Witness All The Wrong And The Suffering, Shame And Degradation Wrought Upon The People Of Ireland-yea, Wrought By Irishmen Upon Irish Men And Women, Without Burning To End It, Is, In My Opinion, A Fraud And A Liar In His Heart, No Matter How He Loves That Combination Of Chemical Elements He Is Pleased To Call Ireland.

We, At Least, Are Not Loyal Men: We Confess To Having More Respect And Honour For The Raggedest Child Of The Poorest Labourer In Ireland Today Than For Any, Even The Most Virtuous, Descendant Of The Long Array Of Murderers, Adulterers And Madmen Who Have Sat Upon The Throne Of England.