If confidence is a plant of slow growth, credit is one which matures much more slowly.

With words we govern men.

Ah, Ireland... That damnable, delightful country, where everything that is right is the opposite of what it ought to be.

Finality is not the language of politics.

Consider Ireland.... You have a starving population, an absentee aristocracy, and an alien Church, and in addition the weakest executive in the world. That is the Irish Question.

An author can have nothing truly his own but his style.

I have lived long enough to know that the evening glow of love has its own riches and splendour.