We have all of us the two natures - the brother and the sister! Not one of us is quite woman - not one of us is all man!

We Irish are born dreamers; sometimes we never wake up at all, and then we're counted failures.

Florence - the city of tranquillity made manifest.

Light love is desire of pleasure; great love is fear of being alone.

To give! To give without hope of recompense, without question, without fear! That was the message of life.

Of all the ills that circumstance forces upon man, separation from a beloved object is, perhaps, the most salutary. Separation is the crucible wherein love undergoes the test absolute; in the fire of loss, grief softens to indifference or hardens to enduring need.

Failure may be cruel, but success is crueller still. The gods are usurers, you know; they lend to mortals, but they exact a desperate interest.