Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our gigantic intellects.
We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it
She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses but in all my garden there is no red rose.
I don't like novels that end happily. They depress me so much
We Irish will never achieve anything; but we are the greatest talkers since the Greeks
To be popular I must be mediocre.