I hear a sudden cry of pain! There is a rabbit in a snare.
Because our lives are cowardly and sly, Because we do not dare to take or give, Because we scowl and pass each other by, We do not live; we do not dare to live.
It is by love alone that we understand anything
Tell me your past, my beloved, for a man is his past, and is to be known by it.
You must be fit to give before you can be fit to receive.
My three-thousand mile walk through Ireland convinced me of one thing - the possibility of organising a proper movement for the independence of my native land.