A man who is not afraid of the sea will soon be drowned, for he will be going out on a day when he shouldn't.

Words, particularly in a play, should have the texture of a crisp, autumn apple.

They're cheering a young lad, the champion playboy of the Western World.

There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting.

Lord, confound this surly sister, blight her brow with blotch and blister, cramp her larynx, lung and liver, in her guts a galling give her.

I'm a good scholar when it comes to reading but a blotting kind of writer when you give me a pen.

Foreign languages are another favourite topic, and as these men are bilingual they have a fair notion of what it means to speak and think in many different idioms.