The only decent people I ever saw at the racecourse were horses.

I am quite content to go down to posterity as a scissors and paste man for that seems to me a harsh but not unjust description

There's no friends like the old friends.

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.

Let my country die for me.

If Ireland is to become a new Ireland she must first become European.

As you are now so once were we.