“Age brings about everything; but it is not the time, Madam, as we know, to be a prude at twenty.”

The envious will die, but envy never.

All right-minded people adore it; and anyone who is able to live without it is unworthy to draw breathe

Wives rarely fuss about their beauty To guarantee their mate’s affection.

In clothes as well as speech, the man of sense Will shun all these extremes that give offense, Dress unaffectedly, and, without haste, Follow the changes in the current taste.

We are all mortals, and each is for himself.

Great is the fortune of he who possesses a good bottle, a good book, and a good friend.

unbroken happiness is a bore: it should have ups and downs.

Gold gives to the ugliest thing a certain charming air, For that without it were else a miserable affair.

No reason makes it right To shun accepted ways from stubborn spite; And we may better join the foolish crowd Than cling to wisdom, lonely though unbowed.

Tobacco is the passion of honest men and he who lives without tobacco is not worthy of living.

Long is the road from conception to completion.

I recover my property wherever I find it.

There is no reward so delightful, no pleasure so exquisite, as having one’s work known and acclaimed by those whose applause confers honor.

Everything that’s prose isn’t verse and everything that isn’t verse is prose. Now you see what it is to be a scholar!

Sometimes I feel something akin to rage At the corrupted morals of this age!

Sharing with Jupiter is never a dishonor.

Madam President, speaking here in Dublin Castle it is impossible to ignore the weight of history, as it was yesterday when you and I laid wreaths at the Garden of Remembrance.

Well madam, have you looked in the mirror and seen the state of your nose? Boxing is my excuse. What’s yours?