Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.
His eyes were dimmed with tears and, looking humbly up to heaven, he wept for the innocence he had lost.
There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.
[...] a darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend.
His heart danced upon her movement like a cork upon a tide.
Oh Ireland my first and only love Where Christ and Caesar are hand in glove!