Lily, the caretaker's daughter, was literally run off her feet. Hardly had she brought one gentleman into the little pantry behind the office on the ground floor and helped him off with his overcoat, than the wheezy hall-door bell clanged again and she had to scamper along the bare hallway to let in another guest. It was well for her she had not to attend to the ladies also.

An Irishman needs three things : silence, cunnning, and exile.

As you are now so once were we.

You get a decent do at the Brazen Head

A woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out.

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?

Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.