Love me. Love my umbrella.
And Jesus was a Jew too. Your god. He was a Jew like me. And so was his father.
His heart danced upon her movement like a cork upon a tide.
There was no doubt about it: if you wanted to succeed you had to go away. You could do nothing in Dublin.
People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep.
Oh Ireland my first and only love Where Christ and Caesar are hand in glove!