Two Buckets Were Easier Carried Than One.

I Rhyme… To See Myself, To Set The Darkness Echoing.

It Is Always Better To Avenge Dear Ones Than To Indulge In Mourning. For Every One Of Us, Living In This World Means Waiting For Our End. Let Whoever Can Win Glory Before Death. When A Warrior Is Gone, That Will Be His Best And Only Bulwark.

Without Needing To Be Theoretically Instructed, Consciousness Quickly Realizes That It Is The Site Of Variously Contending Discourses.

The Ireland I Now Inhabit Is One That These Irish Contemporaries Have Helped To Imagine.

The End Of Art Is Peace.