Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.

Mr. Duffy lived a short distance from his body.

People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep.

My intention was to write a chapter of the moral history of my country and I chose Dublin for the scene because that city seemed to me the centre of paralysis.

If the Irish programme did not insist on the Irish language I suppose I could call myself a nationalist. As it is, I am content torecognize myself an exile: and, prophetically, a repudiated one.

A woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out.

Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.