I am not absentminded. It is the presence of mind that makes me unaware of everything else.

The great Gaels of Ireland are the men that God made mad, For all their wars are merry, and all their songs are sad.

Humor can get in under the door while seriousness is still fumbling at the handle.

But there is in everything a reasonable division of labour. I have written the book, and nothing on earth would induce me to read it.

I always like a dog so long as he isn't spelled backward.

The Reformer is always right about what's wrong. However, he's often wrong about what is right.

His order was evidently a usual one. 'I want, please,' he said with precision, 'one halfpenny bun and a small cup of black coffee.' An instant before the girl could turn away he added, 'Also, I want you to marry me.

She had never really listened to anyone in her life; which, some said, was why she had survived.

He is a man, I think," he said, "who cares for nothing but a joke. He is a dangerous man."Lambert laughed in the act of lifting some macaroni to his mouth."Dangerous!" he said. "You don't know little Quin, sir!""Every man is dangerous," said the old man, without moving, "Who cares only for one thing. I was once dangerous myself.