History often repeats itself where one would least expect it, and the world-old tide of human nature has a way of finding world-old channels.

Therefore it happened in Banbridge, as in ancient times, that there was a learned barber, or perhaps, to be more strictly accurate, a barber who thought that he was learned.

He would have been entirely ready, had his customers coincided with his views, to have given his striped pole its old signification of the ribbon bandage which bound the arm of a patient after bleeding, and added surgery to his hair-cutting and his beard-shaving.

John Flynn had the courage of utter conviction as to his own ability to master all undertakings at which he chose to tilt.

An aspiration once conceived, he never parted with, but held to it as a part of his life.
Non-realization made not the slightest difference.