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.

A woman whose face looked as if it had been made of sugar and someone had licked it.

Being a mother means that your heart is no longer yours; it wanders wherever your children do

Only Lawyers and mental defectives are automatically exempt for jury duty.

The real Brahms is nothing more than a sentimental voluptuary. rather tiresomely addicted to dressing himself up as Handel or Beethoven and making a prolonged and intolerable noise.

Violence is the repartee of the illiterate.

Woman reduces us all to the common denominator.