World Is Crazier And More

I Am Not Yet Born; O Fill Me With Strength Against Those Who Would Freeze My Humanity, Would Dragoon Me Into A Lethal Automaton Would Make Me A Cog In A Machine, A Thing With One Face, A Thing

Why Do We Like Being Irish? Partly Because It Gives Us A Hold On The Sentimental English As Members Of A World That Never Was, Baptized With Fairy Water

Better Authentic Mammon Than A Bogus God.

World Is Suddener Than We Fancy It.

Time Was Away And Somewhere Else, There Were Two Glasses And Two Chairs And Two People With One Pulse.