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

A husband is a plaster that cures all the ills of girlhood.

I find medicine is the best of all trades because whether you do any good or not you still. Get your money.

Solitude terrifies the soul at twenty.

We are easily duped by those we love.

Innocence is not accustomed to blush.

Esteem must be founded on some sort of preference. Bestow it on everybody and it ceases to have any meaning at all.

Love is a great master. It teaches us to be what we never were.

No one is safe from slander. The best way is to pay no attention to it, but live in innocence and let the world talk.

It is a long road from conception to completion.

That must be fine, for I don’t understand a word.

Grammar, which knows how to control even kings.

I prefer a pleasant vice to an annoying virtue.

I prefer an interesting vice to a virtue that bores.

The duty of comedy is to correct men by amusing them.

Cover that bosom that I must not see: souls are wounded by such things.

Isn’t the greatest rule of all the rules simply to please?

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?