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

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

We in Ireland are gifted beyond most peoples with a talent for acting, and in Dublin especially, while scorning culture, which indeed we have not got, we are possessed of a most futile and diverting cleverness.

Our greatest fear is that we will lose the love in our life... that we will be abandoned, left alone, bereaved, misunderstood, deprived, hated and rejected....but we can never be OUT OF LOVE. We are love and if our minds separate ourselves from who we really are it is a painful delusion. Ego personalities, including our own, might separate ourselves from love but love never dies because it is what we are made of.

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.

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

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