The Irish Do Not Want

We Are All Inclined To Judge Ourselves By Our Ideals; Others, By Their Acts.

Few Things Are More Agreeable Than The Spectacle Of A Man Who Loses His Temper; We Should Be Grateful To Such People For Providing Us With Moments Of Often Unsullied Delight.

The Irish Do Not Want Anyone To Wish Them Well; They Want Everyone To Wish Their Enemies Ill.

The Worst Thing, I Fear, About Being No Longer Young Is That One Is No Longer Young.

Berlin Stimulates Like Arsenic.