All progress depends upon the unreasonable person.

Bourgeois morality is largely a system of making cheap virtues a cloak for expensive vices.

The price of ability does not depend on merit but on supply and demand.

Set me anything to do as a task, and it is inconceivable the desire I have to do something else.

The nation's morals are like its teeth: the more decayed they are the more it hurts to touch them.

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.

In this world there is always danger for those who are afraid of it.