No man can be a pure specialist without being in the strict sense an idiot.

Go anywhere in England where there are natural wholesome, contented and really nice English people; and what do you find? That the stables are the real centre of the household.

Who is this Baby Ruth? And what does she do?

A contract for better for worse is a contract that should not be tolerated.

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.

If you cannot attain knowledge without torturing a dog, you must do without knowledge.

We sing in a church, why can we not dance there?