I'm Troubled. I'm Dissatisfied. I'm Irish.

A Man Is A Writer If All His Words Are Strung In Definite Sentence Sounds.

Beauty Is Everlasting And Dust Is For A Time.

There Is A Great Amount Of Poetry In Unconscious Fastidiousness.

There Never Was A War That Was Not Inward; I Must Fight Till I Have Conquered In Myself What Causes War.

Victory Won't Come To Me Unless I Go To It; A Grape Tendril Ties A Knot In Knots Till Knotted Thirty Times