Apostles of Freedom are ever idolised when dead, but crucified when alive.

The cause of Labour is the cause of Ireland, and the cause of Ireland is the cause of Labour

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

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

We, at least, are not loyal men: we confess to having more respect and honour for the raggedest child of the poorest labourer in Ireland today than for any, even the most virtuous, descendant of the long array of murderers, adulterers and madmen who have sat upon the throne of England.

The great appear great to us.

No revolutionary movement is complete without its poetical expression.