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

No one who likes a song lacks congeniality.

There’s no snobbery like that of the poor toward one another.

Flattery makes fools of the best of us.

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

It's a great wonder to me, the Irish attachment to our history. What is it but a series of lamentations?

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