Society and the World

Travel light and you can sing in the robber’s face.

Sed quis custodiet ipsos Custodes?

Sed quis custodiet ipsos Custodes?

Honesty is praised and left to shiver.

It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked lookingglass of a servant.

The only arms I allow myself to use, silence, exile, and cunning.

When the soul of a man is born in this country, there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality, language, religion. I shall try to fly by those nets.

When the soul of a man is born in this country, there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality, language, religion. I shall try to fly by those nets.

Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.

Poor Parnell! he cried loudly. My dead king!

riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodious vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.

All moanday, tearsday, wailsday, thumpsday, frightday, shatterday till the fear of the Law.

Dear, dirty Dublin.

You have a gift, sir, (thank your education),

Sex and taxes are in many ways the same. Tax does to cash what males do to genes. It dispenses assets among the population as a whole. Sex, not death, is the great leveller.

Dictionaries are like watches, the worst is better than none, and the best cannot be expected to go quite true.

Always, Sir, set a high value on spontaneous kindness. He whose inclination prompts him to cultivate your friendship of his own accord, will love you more than one whom you have been at pains to attach to you.

Resolve not to be poor: whatever you have, spend less. Poverty is a great enemy to human happiness; it certainly destroys liberty, and it makes some virtues impracticable, and others extremely difficult.

Resolve not to be poor: whatever you have, spend less. Poverty is a great enemy to human happiness; it certainly destroys liberty, and it makes some virtues impracticable, and others extremely difficult.

We are not here to sell a parcel of boilers and vats, but the potentiality of growing rich, beyond the dreams of avarice.

This merriment of parsons is mighty offensive.

No man was more foolish when he had not a pen in his hand, or more wise when he had.

Every man has a right to utter what he thinks truth, and every other man has a right to knock him down for it. Martyrdom is the test.

Every man has a right to utter what he thinks truth, and every other man has a right to knock him down for it. Martyrdom is the test.