When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I makes water I makes water.

When I die Dublin will be written on my heart.

Signatures of all things I am here to read.

Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives. The English reading public explains the reason why.

Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.

The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.

Saying that a great genius is mad, while at the same time recognizing his artistic worth, is like saying that he had rheumatism or suffered from diabetes. Madness, in fact, is a medical term that can claim no more notice from the objective critic than he grants the charge of heresy raised by the theologian, or the charge of immorality raised by the police.