Why do writers write? Because it isn't there.
When I came back to Dublin I was courtmartialed in my absence and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence.
Could you imagine how horrible things would be if we always told others how we felt? Life would be intolerably bearable.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
I never vote for anyone; I always vote against.
Bacchus hath drowned more men than Neptune.
The knowledge of the world is only to be acquired in the world, and not in a closet.