We veneer civilization by doing unkind things in a kind way.

The moment we want to believe something, we suddenly see all the arguments for it, and become blind to the arguments against it.

All great Truth first starts as Blasphemy.

To a mathematician the eleventh means only a single unit: to the bushman who cannot count further than his ten fingers it is an incalculable myriad.

Ireland, sir, for good or evil, is like no other place under heaven, and no man can touch its sod or breathe its air without becoming better or worse.

A miracle, my friend, is an event which creates faith.

I believe in the discipline of silence, and could talk for hours about it.