All fiction is autobiographical fantasy.

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

When the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flown at it to hold it back from flight.

The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.

Children must be educated by love, not punishment.

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

She would follow, her dream of love, the dictates of her heart that told her he was her all in all, the only man in all the world for her for love was the master guide. Come what might she would be wild, untrammelled, free.