To Live, To Err, To Fall, To

Deal With Him, Hemingway!

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.

We Are Bound Together By The Sympathy Of Our Antipathies.

I Don't Want To Die. Damn Death. Long Live Life.

A Woman Loses A Charm With Every Pin She Takes Out.