"It's the great dead who lead the world by their majesty.
It's the bad livin' who keep it back by their infamy." "Don't do this, Frank O'Connell.

I ask you in the name of the Church in which ye were baptised--by me." "I'll do it in the name of the suffering people I was born among." "I command you! Don't do this!" "I can hear only the voice of my dead father saying: 'Go on!'" "I entreat you--don't!" "My father's voice is louder than yours, Father Cahill." "Have an old man's tears no power to move ye ?" O'Connell looked at the priest.

Tears were streaming down his cheeks.
He made no effort to staunch them.

O'Connell hesitated, then he said firmly: "My father wept in the ditch when he was dyin', dying in sight of his home.

Mine was the only hand that wiped away his tears.