However it may be for others, for us of the Citizen Army there is but one ideal - an Ireland ruled, and owned, by Irish men and women, sovereign and independent from the centre to the sea, and flying its own flag outward over all the oceans.

The Irishman in English literature may be said to have been born with an apology in his mouth.

Under a socialist system every nation will be the supreme arbiter of its own destinies, national and international; will be forced into no alliance against its will, but will have its independence guaranteed and its freedom respected by the enlightened self-interest of the socialist democracy of the world.

Yes, ruling by fooling, is a great British art with great Irish fools to practice on.

There can be no perfect Europe in which Ireland is denied even the least of its national rights.

Just as it is true that a stream cannot rise above its source, so it is true that a national literature cannot rise above the moral level of the social conditions of the people from whom it derives its inspiration.

The British Government has no right in Ireland, never had any right in Ireland, and never can have any right in Ireland.