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?

Don't sell your soul to buy peanuts for the monkeys.

I don't approve the informality in the world today, Mr. James. It's made strangers of us all.

History's like a story in a way: it depends on who's telling it.

Very often adverse criticism goes to craft, and that sounds an alarm to which attention should be paid.

Beware of feelings, Father. They are the biggest liars in us. They make truth what we want it to be.