She respected her husband in the same way as she respected the General Post Office, as something large, secure and fixed: and though she knew the small number of his talents she appreciated his abstract value as a male.

So beautiful of course compared with what a man looks like with his two bags full and his other thing hanging down out of him or sticking up at you like a hatrack no wonder they hide it with a cabbageleaf

She would follow, her dream of love, the dictates of her heart that told her he was her all in all, the only man in all the world for her for love was the master guide. Come what might she would be wild, untrammelled, free.

Save the trees of Ireland for the future men of Ireland on the fair hills of Eire, O.

The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out of you.

Men are governed by lines of intellect - women: by curves of emotion.

I am quite content to go down to posterity as a scissors and paste man for that seems to me a harsh but not unjust description

Human society is the embodiment of changeless laws which the whimsicalities and circumstances of men and women involve and overwrap. The realm of literature is the realm of these accidental manners and humours--a spacious realm; and the true literary artist concerns himself mainly with them.

It seems to me you do not care what banality a man expresses so long as he expresses it in Irish.