To me life is simply an invitation to live.

That's the Irish all over -- they treat a joke as a serious thing and a serious thing as a joke.

Money does not make you happy but it quiets the nerves.

Here, with whitened hair, desires failing, strength ebbing out of him, with the sun gone down and with only the serenity and the calm warning of the evening star left to him, he drank to Life, to all it had been, to what it was, to what it would be. Hurrah!

A waste land lit by holy candles.

The military mind is indeed a menace. Old-fashioned futurity that sees only men fighting and dying in smoke and fire; hears nothing more civilized than a cannonade; scents nothing but the stink of battle-wounds and blood.

To me life is simply an invitation to live.