The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lieftime.

Frequent and violent temptations were a proof that the citadel of the soul had not fallen and that the devil raged to make it fall.

A dim antagonism gathered force within him and darkened his mind as a cloud against her disloyalty: and when it passed, cloudlike, leaving his mind serene and dutiful towards her again, he was made aware dimly and without regret of a first noiseless sundering of their lives.

It seems to me you do not care what banality a man expresses so long as he expresses it in Irish.

The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed.

We were always loyal to lost causes...Success for us is the death of the intellect and of the imagination. ~ Professor MacHugh

I am damnably sick of Italy, Italian and Italians, outrageously, illogically sick.... I hate to think that Italians ever did anything in the way of art.... What did they do but illustrate a page or so of the New Testament! They themselves think they have a monopoly in the line. I am dead tired of their bello and bellezza.