We must all share in the evils of the world or move to another planet.

Social questions are too sectional, too topical, too temporal to move a man to the mighty effort which is needed to produce greatpoetry. Prison reform may nerve Charles Reade to produce an effective and businesslike prose melodrama; but it could never produce Hamlet, Faust, or Peer Gynt.

I have my own soul. My own spark of divine fire.

Being hurt by someone you truly care about leaves a hole in you heart that only love can fill.

Nationalism must now be added to the refuse pile of superstitions. We are now citizens of the world, and the man who divides the race into elect Irishmen and reprobate foreign devils (especially Englishmen) had better live on the Blaskets where he can admire himself without disturbance.

Whenever you wish to do anything against the law, Cicely, always consult a good solicitor first.

The way to deal with worldly people is to frighten them by repeating their scandalous whisperings aloud.