If there is any difficulty in what I write, it is because of the material I use. The thought is always simple.
Signatures of all things I am here to read.
They lived and laughed and loved and left.
No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.
Very gratefully, with grateful appreciation, with sincere appreciative gratitude, in appreciatively grateful sincerity of regret, he declined.
No one who has any self-respect stays in Ireland, but flees afar as though from a country that has undergone the visitation of an angered Jove.