The passion for setting people right is in itself an afflictive disease.
They fought the enemy, we fight fat living and self-pity. Shine, o shine, unfalsifying sun, on this sick scene.
The hands are the heart's messengers.
Which of us has not been stunned by the beauty of an animal's skin or its flexibility in motion?
You're not free until you've been made captive by supreme belief.
Hindered characters / seldom have mothers / in Irish stories, but they all have grandmothers.