And if it feels good... Feel it!

Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm.

For life is terribly deficient in form. Its catastrophes happen in the wrong way and to the wrong people. There is a grotesque horror about its comedies, and its tragedies seem to culminate in farce.

I am sick to death of cleverness. Everybody is clever nowadays.

I may have said the same thing before... but my explanation, I am sure, will always be different.

To disagree with three-fourths of the British public is one of the first requisites of sanity.

An entirely new factor has appeared in the social development of the country, and this factor is the Irish-American, and his influence. To mature its powers, to concentrate its action, to learn the secret of its own strength and of England's weakness, the Celtic intellect has had to cross the Atlantic. At home it had but learned the pathetic weakness of nationality; in a strange land it realised what indomitable forces nationality possesses. What captivity was to the Jews, exile has been to the Irish: America and American influence have educated them.