It is sacrilege to attempt analysis of birth or love or death. Death and birth, the mysteries! Love, the revelation!

No first step can be really great; it must of necessity possess more of prophecy than of achievement; nevertheless it is by the first step that a man marks the value, not only of his cause, but of himself.

An eight-mile drive over rain-washed Irish roads in the quick-falling dusk of autumn is an experience trying to the patience, even to the temper, of the average Saxon.

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

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

Enthusiasm is ever a gracious, pardonable thing, because in its essentials are youth and zeal and all high, white-hot qualities whose roots strike not in the base earth.

No weapons are more potent than brevity and simplicity.