That You, Sister. May You Be The

Whatever You Hold In Contempt Is Your Jailer.

The English And Americans Dislike Only Some Irish--the Same Irish That The Irish Themselves Detest, Irish Writers--the Ones That Think.

That You, Sister. May You Be The Mother Of A Bishop.

Critics Are Like Eunuchs; They Can Tell You What To Do, But They Can't Do It Themselves!

Message? What The Hell Do You Think I Am, A Bloody Postman?