If there is any difficulty in what I write, it is because of the material I use. The thought is always simple.
The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is infinite of space: and swiftly, silently the sound is wafted over regions of cycles of cycles of generations that have lived.
What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.
Oh Ireland my first and only love Where Christ and Caesar are hand in glove!
Though their life was modest, they believed in eating well.
There's many a true word spoken in jest.