The Bible was a consolation to a fellow alone in the old cell. The lovely thin paper with a bit of matress stuffing in it if you could get a match was as good a smoke as I ever tasted.
If it was raining soup the Irish would go out with forks.
But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave...
At a certain age death becomes familiar to you-or a loss becomes familiar-the tragedies that are more commonplace in life.
