You May Break, You May Shatter The

Though The Last Glimpse Of Erin With Sorrow I See, Yet Wherever Thou Art Shall Seem Erin To Me; In Exile Thy Bosom Shall Still Be My Home, And Thine Eyes Make My Climate Wherever We Roam.

Love Doesn't Demand Perfection, But It Does Ask You To Give Yourself With Less Reserve Than You'd Prefer.

The Ordinary Acts We Practice Every Day At Home Are Of More Importance To The Soul Than Their Simplicity Might Suggest.

A Pretty Wife Is Something For The Fastidious Vanity Of A Roue To Retire Upon.

Like Ships That Have Gone Down At Sea, When Heaven Was All Tranquillity.