Patriotism is the virtue of the vicious.

Religions die when they are proved to be true. Science is the record of dead religions.

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.

When one is in town one amuses oneself. When one is in the country one amuses other people. It is excessively boring.

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.

Marriage is a long, dull meal with dessert served at the beginning.

Men always want to be a woman's first love. That is their clumsy vanity. We women have a more subtle instinct about things.