Human society is the embodiment of changeless laws which the whimsicalities and circumstances of men and women involve and overwrap. The realm of literature is the realm of these accidental manners and humours--a spacious realm; and the true literary artist concerns himself mainly with them.

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

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

Absence, the highest form of presence.

Redheaded women buck like goats.

I will not say nothing. I will defend my church and my religion when it is insulted and spit on.

A certain pride, a certain awe, withheld him from offering to God even one prayer at night, though he knew it was in God's power to take away his life while he slept and hurl his soul hellward ere he could beg for mercy.