the way with Ireland is that no sooner do you get away from her than the golden mists begin to close about her, and she lies, an Island of the Blest, something enchanted in our dreams. When you come back you may think you are disillusioned, but you know well that the fairy mists will begin to gather about her once more.

The kind need kindness most of all.

The trouble with the Irish question always has been that it was an English question.

The Irish always jest even though they jest with tears.

It is a horrible demoralizing thing to be a lawyer. You look for such low motives in everyone and everything.

To be a saint does not exclude fine dresses nor a beautiful house.

January has only one thing to be said for it: it is followed by February. Nothing so well becomes its passing.