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

We reveal more of ourselves in the lies we tell than we do when we try to tell the truth.

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

Flattery makes fools of the best of us.

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.

No one who likes a song lacks congeniality.