Nothing hurts more than the friendly letter that one never got around to writing.

It's not that the Irish are cynical. It's rather that they have a wonderful lack of respect for everything and everybody.

They took away our land, our language, and our religion; but they could never harness our tongues.

Other people's interruptions of your work are relatively insignificant compared with the countless times you interrupt yourself.

I never felt so much at home as I do in New York. I must be a devil.

I'm a Communist by day and a Catholic as soon as it gets dark.

Ah, bless you, Sister, may all your sons be bishops.