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

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

Every article on these islands has an almost personal character, which gives this simple life, where all art is unknown, something of the artistic beauty of medieval life.

In a good play every speech should be as fully flavored as a nut or apple.

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

The general knowledge of time on the island depends, curiously enough, on the direction of the wind.

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.