Criminals do not die by the hands of the law. They die by the hands of other men.

Whenever an obviously well founded statement is made in England by a person specially well acquainted with the facts, that unlucky person is instantly and frantically contradicted by all the people who obviously know nothing about it.

The fickleness of the women I love is only equalled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me.

Morals are a luxury of the rich.

I showed my appreciation of my native land in the usual Irish way: by getting out of it as soon as I possibly could.

Even the youngest of us may be wrong sometimes.

If a man is indolent, let him be poor. If he is drunken, let him be poor.... Also--somewhat inconsistently--blessed are the poor!