The light of lights looks always on the motive, not the deed, the shadow of shadows on the deed alone.

To be born woman is to know - although they do not speak of it at school - women must labor to be beautiful.

The fascination of what's difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent Spontaneous joy and natural content Out of my heart.

I am of a healthy long lived race, and our minds improve with age.

Never shall a young man, Thrown into despair By those great honey-coloured Ramparts at your ear, Love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.

The problem wiv some blokes is that wen they ain't drunk, they're sober.

The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.