My father upon the Abbey stage, before him a raging crowd.
"This Land of Saints," and then as the applause died out,
"Of plaster Saints;" his beautiful mischievous head thrown back.
My father upon the Abbey ...
Quotes from the same author
There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.
Think as a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
No man has ever lived that had enough of children's gratitude or woman's love.
Out of Ireland have we come, great hatred, little room, maimed us at the start. I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic heart.
I am of a healthy long lived race, and our minds improve with age.
