Theologians Consider That It Was The Sin

A Nation Is The Same People Living In The Same Place.

To Live, To Err, To Fall, To Triumph, To Recreate Life Out Of Life.

When I Die Dublin Will Be Written On My Heart.

A Woman Loses A Charm With Every Pin She Takes Out.

I Did Not Know Whether I Would Ever Speak To Her Or Not Or, If I Spoke To Her, How I Could Tell Her Of My Confused Adoration. But My Body Was Like A Harp And Her Words And Gestures Were Like Fingers Running Upon The Wires.