Whoever commits a crime strengthens his enemy.

The poor old Duke [of Wellington]! What shall I say of him? To be sure he was born in Ireland, but being born in a stable does not make a man a horse.

Every religion is good—every religion is true to him who in his good caution and conscience believes it.

No person knows better than you do that the domination of England is the sole and blighting curse of this country. It is the incubus that sits on our energies, stops the pulsation of the nation's heart and leaves to Ireland not gay vitality but horrid the convulsions of a troubled dream.

Although the Irish language is connected with the many recollections that twine around the hearts of Irishmen, yet the superior utility of the English tongue, as the medium of all modern communication, is so great that I can witness without a sigh the gradual decline of the Irish language.

Whoever commits a crime strengthens his enemy.

How cruel the Penal Laws are which exclude me from a fair trial with men whom I look upon as so much my inferiors.