I Know That Big People Don't Like

Happiness Is Hard To Recall. Its Just A Glow.

The Master Says It's A Glorious Thing To Die For The Faith And Dad Says It's A Glorious Thing To Die For Ireland And I Wonder If There's Anyone In The World Who Would Like Us To Live. My Brothers Are Dead And My Sister Is Dead And I Wonder If They Died For Ireland Or For The Faith. Dad Says They Were Too Young To Die For Anything. Mam Says It Was Disease And Starvation And Him Never Having A Job. Dad Says, Och, Angela, Puts On His Cap, And Goes For A Long Walk.

The Happy Childhood Is Hardly Worth Your While.

There's Nothing Sillier In The World Than A Teacher Telling You Don't Do It After You Already Did It.

I Admire Certain Priests And Nuns Who Go Off On Their Own And Do God's Work On Their Own, Who Help In The Ghettos, But As Far As The Institution Of The Church Is Concerned, I Think It Is Despicable.