One Drink Is To Many For Me

The Sun Was In Mind To Come Out But Having A Look At The Weather It Was In Lost Heart And Went Back Again.

The English And Americans Dislike Only Some Irish--the Same Irish That The Irish Themselves Detest, Irish Writers--the Ones That Think.

I Never Felt So Much At Home As I Do In New York. I Must Be A Devil.

No Man Can Discover His Own Talents.

Ah, Bless You, Sister, May All Your Sons Be Bishops.