Expect the worst and that's what you'll get only it will be much worse.
I'm all for Christianity, but insolence must be put down.
To marry the Irish is to look for poverty.
Revenge is what I want. Nothing but pure unadulterated revenge. But my mother brought me up to be a lady.
And no. I must not go on thinking. For the pain will never go away. You just go on and live. In the dust of desertion. Still falling where last I loved.
When I die, I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served in all the pubs in Dublin. I wonder would they know it was me?