No one who has any self-respect stays in Ireland, but flees afar as though from a country that has undergone the visitation of an angered Jove.

A man's errors are his portals of discovery.

There's no friends like the old friends.

What did it avail to pray when he knew his soul lusted after its own destruction?

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.

The intellectual imagination! With me all or not at all. NON SERVIAM!

He comes into the world God knows how, walks on the water, gets out of his grave and goes up off the Hill of Howth. What drivel is this?