Every Irishman, The Saying Goes, Has A

Pity Is Like Eating Mustard Without Beef.

Better Far Off To Leave Half The Ruins And Nine-tenths Of The Churches Unseen And To See Well The Rest; To See Them Not Once, But Again And Often Again; To Watch Them, To Learn Them, To Live With Them, To Love Them, Till They Have Become A Part Of Life And Life's Recollections.

A Christian Is God Almighty's Gentleman: A Gentleman, In The Vulgar Superficial Way Of Understanding The Word, Is The Devil's Christian.

The Ancients Dreaded Death: The Christian Can Only Fear Dying.

To Adam Paradise Was Home. To The Good Among His Descendants Home Is Paradise.