I showed my appreciation of my native land in the usual Irish way: by getting out of it as soon as I possibly could.
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- A Native American elder once described his own inner struggles in this manner: Inside of me there are two dogs. One of the dogs is mean and evil. The other dog is good. The mean dog fights the good dog all the time. When asked which dog wins, he reflected for a moment and replied, The one I feed the most. On Other Peoples Expectations: The only man who behaved sensibly was my tailor; he took my measurement anew every time he saw me, while all the rest went on with their old measurements and expected them to fit me.
- We want a few mad people now. See where the sane ones have landed us!
- In the true sense one’s native land, with its background of tradition, early impressions, reminiscences and other things dear to one, is not enough to make sensitive human beings feel at home.
- The soil of their native land is dear to all the hearts of mankind.
- Though I can make my extravaganzas appear credible, I cannot make the truth appear so.
- A man of my spiritual intensity does not eat corpses.