The winds that blow our billions away return burdened with themes of scorn and dispraise.
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Nationality: American Type: Journalist Born: 1878 Death: 1954 |
I mean I grew up in Ireland, so one would have to be consciously blinkered not to have reflected on the issue of political violence because that was the story since I was 19 years old or 20.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.

