When the Irishman is found outside of Ireland in another environment, he very often becomes a respected man. The economic and intellectual conditions that prevail in his own country do not permit the development of individuality. 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.

My intention was to write a chapter of the moral history of my country and I chose Dublin for the scene because that city seemed to me the centre of paralysis.

To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life.

A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.

Places remember events.

British Beatitudes! ... Beer, beef, business, bibles, bulldogs, battleships, buggery and bishops.

I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.