No one who likes a song lacks congeniality.

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

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?

No one who likes a song lacks congeniality.

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

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