[On writer George Moore:] ... I grew curious about Moore. Yet when at the rehearsal of 'Countess Cathleen' in some dark by-way of London, I was told he was present, I cannot recall any form, only an irritation in the dusty atmosphere.

There is blood in Mr. Ervine's 'Carson'; he knows nothing about Sir Edward Carson, of course, but his teeth are firmly fixed in the calf of someone's leg, all the time, and he draws blood without a doubt.

Motherhood: the days are long, the years are short.

Sometimes it seems your ever-increasing list of things to do can leave you feeling totally undone.

There has been no lack of courage in Ireland; there never is, but even our courage has a fatal quality.

in my skimmings over fiction I cannot recall any writer so continuously implicated in his own work as George Moore.

Ireland regards sex, when she regards it at all, with an entirely primitive and practical eye.