What Man Really Wishes To Do He

History, Sir, Will Tell Lies As Usual.

A Day's Work Is A Day's Work, Neither More Nor Less, And The Man Or Woman Who Does It Needs A Day's Sustenance, A Night's Repose And Due Leisure, Whether They Be Painter Or Ploughman.

Make It Compulsory For A Doctor Using A Brass Plate To Have Inscribed On It, In Addition To The Letters Indicating His Qualifications, The Words 'remember That I Too Am Mortal'.

The Happiness Of Credulity Is A Cheap And Dangerous Quality.

An Irishman's Imagination Never Lets Him Alone, Never Convinces Him, Never Satisfies Him; But It Makes Him That He Can't Face Reality Nor Deal With It Nor Handle It Nor Conquer It: He Can Only Sneer At Them That Do, And Be 'agreeable To Strangers', Like A Good-for-nothing Woman On The Streets.