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

Flattery makes fools of the best of us.

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

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

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

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

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