Places Remember Events.

Redheaded Women Buck Like Goats.

The Object Of The Artist Is The Creation Of The Beautiful. What The Beautiful Is Is Another Question.

Let My Country Die For Me.

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.

All Things Are Inconstant Except The Faith In The Soul, Which Changes All Things And Fills Their Inconstancy With Light.