O cold ! O shivery ! It was your ambrosial beauty. Forget, forgive. Kismet. Let me off this once.
An Irishman needs three things : silence, cunnning, and exile.
I am not likely to die of bashfulness but neither am I prepared to be crucified to attest the perfection of my art. I dislike to hear of any stray heroics on the prowl for me.
He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place.
In the particular is contained the universal.
Love between man and man is impossible because there must not be sexual intercourse and friendship between man and woman is impossible because there must be sexual intercourse.