Shakespeare said pretty well everything and what he left out, James Joyce, with a judge from meself, put in.
It is a good deed to forget a poor joke
If it was raining soup, the Irish would go out with forks.
The Bible was a consolation to a fellow alone in the old cell. The lovely thin paper with a bit of matress stuffing in it, if you could get a match, was as good a smoke as I ever tasted.
Whatever you hold in contempt is your jailer.
I'm a drinker with a writing problem.