What's Yours Is Mine And What's Mine

Sentimentality Is Unearned Emotion.

In This Life Our Sorrows Are Either Not Very Long Or Not Very Great Because Nature Either Overcomes Them By Habits Or Puts An End To Them By Sinking Under Their Weight. But In Hell The Torments Cannot Be Overcome By Habit, For While They Are Of Terrible Intensity They Are At The Same Time Of Continual Variety, Each Pain, So To Speak, Taking Fire From Another And Re-endowing That Which Has Enkindled It With A Still Fiercer Flame.

And Yet Her Name Was Like A Summons To All My Foolish Blood.

No One Would Think He'd Make Such A Beautiful Corpse.

It Seems To Me You Do Not Care What Banality A Man Expresses So Long As He Expresses It In Irish.