Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.

Very gratefully, with grateful appreciation, with sincere appreciative gratitude, in appreciatively grateful sincerity of regret, he declined.

The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is is another question.

Children must be educated by love, not punishment.

Oh Ireland my first and only love Where Christ and Caesar are hand in glove!

There's many a true word spoken in jest.

What birds were they? (...) He listened to the cries: like the squeak of mice be- hind the wainscot : a shrill twofold note. But the notes were long and shrill and whirring, unlike the cry of vermin, falling a third or a fourth and trilled as the flying beaks clove the air. Their cry was shrill and clear and fine and falling like threads of silken light unwound from whirring spools.