The drama, like the symphony, does not teach or prove anything.

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

A translation is no translation unless it will give you the music of a poem along with the words of it.

What is the price of a thousand horses against a son where there is one son only?

In the middle classes the gifted son of a family is always the poorest -- usually a writer or artist with no sense for speculation -- and in a family of peasants, where the average comfort is just over penury, the gifted son sinks also, and is soon a tramp on the roadside.

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

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