All human history moves towards one great goal
And if he had judged her harshly? If her life were a simple rosary of hours, her life simple and strange as a bird's life, gay in the morning, restless all day, tired at sundown? Her heart simple and willful as a bird's heart?
Oh Ireland my first and only love Where Christ and Caesar are hand in glove!
Absence, the highest form of presence.
Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment.
The State is concentric, but the individual is eccentric.