Some men are like a church-organ -- you can play on them for a lifetime and always find new harmonies; others are like a music-box -- they have four or five thin jingles.

A charitable man is like an apple tree-he gives his fruit and is silent; the philanthropist is like the successful hen.

Death is an antidote for this life, and it makes another more stable form of life which is insoluble in everything.

Reason clears and plants the wilderness of the imagination to harvest the wheat of art.

Those who deserve love the least need it the most.

An Irishman can be worried by the consciousness that there is nothing to worry about.

That art is best which suggests most.