Experience is a question of instinct about life.

If Nature had been comfortable, mankind would never have invented architecture.

I am Irish by race but the English have condemned me to talk the language of Shakespeare.

A beautiful woman risking everything for a mad passion. A few wild weeks of happiness cut short by a hideous, treacherous crime. Months of voiceless agony, and then a child born in pain. The mother snatched away by death, the boy left to solitude and the tyranny of an old and loveless man. Yes, it was an interesting background. It posed the lad, made him more perfect as it were. Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.

If property had simply pleasures, we could stand it; but its duties make it unbearable. In the interest of the rich we must get rid of it.

A beggar hates his benefactor as much as he hates himself for begging.

How clever you are, my dear! You never mean a single word you say.