[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.

Perhaps it’s true, my happiest moments are the anticipation of other moments still to come.

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

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

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

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.

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