There’s no snobbery like that of the poor toward one another.
History's like a story in a way: it depends on who's telling it.
No one who likes a song lacks congeniality.
We reveal more of ourselves in the lies we tell than we do when we try to tell the truth.
Beware of feelings, Father. They are the biggest liars in us. They make truth what we want it to be.
It's a great wonder to me, the Irish attachment to our history. What is it but a series of lamentations?