The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart.
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Type: Saint Born: 347 Death: 420 |
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As fire kindled by fire, so is the poet's mind kindled by contact with a brother poet.
My father was totally Irish, and so I went to Ireland once. I found it to be very much like New York, for it was a beautiful country, and both the women and men were good-looking.

