The Mouth Can Be Better Engaged Than

Think You're Escaping And Run Into Yourself. Longest Way Round Is The Shortest Way Home.

Phall If You But Will, Rise You Must: And None So Soon Either Shall The Pharce For The Nunce Come To A Setdown Secular Phoenish.

A Nation Is The Same People Living In The Same Place.

Moments Of Their Secret Life Together Burst Like Stars Upon His Memory.

And In Spite Of Everything, Ireland Remains The Brain Of The Kingdom. The English, Judiciously Practical And Ponderous, Furnish The Over-stuffed Stomach Of Humanity With A Perfect Gadget--the Water Closet. The Irish, Condemned To Express Themselves In A Language Not Their Own, Have Stamped On It The Mark Of Their Own Genius And Compete For Glory With The Civilized Nations. This Is Then Called English Literature.