The great Gaels of Ireland are the men that God made mad,
For all their wars are merry, and all their songs are sad.

Roughly speaking, there are three kinds of people in the world…the division follows lines of real psychological cleavage. I do not offer it lightly. It has been the fruit of more than eighteen minutes of earnest reflection and research.

As for the general view that the Church was discredited by the War—they might as well say that the Ark was discredited by the Flood. When the world goes wrong, it proves rather that the Church is right. The Church is justified, not because her children do not sin, but because they do.

Strong gongs groaning as the guns boom far, / Don John of Austria is going to the war.

I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought; and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.

You say you are a poet of law; I saw you are a contradiction in terms. I only wonder there were not comets and earthquakes on the night you appeared in this garden