All publicity is good, except an obituary notice.
If it was raining soup, the Irish would go out with forks.
It's not that the Irish are cynical. It's rather that they have a wonderful lack of respect for everything and everybody.
Scream at God if that's the only thing that will get results.
Other people's interruptions of your work are relatively insignificant compared with the countless times you interrupt yourself.
Critics are like eunuchs in a harem; they know how it's done, they've seen it done every day, but they're unable to do it themselves.