Oh, love, what an unreasoning creature it grew to be.
August is a wicked month.
...people liking you or not liking you is an accident and is to do with them and not you. That goes for love too, only more so.
In our deepest moments we say the most inadequate things.
The vote means nothing to women. We should be armed.
Irish Catholicism is very much founded on the stone of fear and of punishment.