We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.

The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.

The world being illusive, one must be deluded in some way if one is to triumph in it.

One should not lose one's temper unless one is certain of getting more and more angry to the end.

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

I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'

Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.