"It's my rule never to lose me temper till it would be detrimental to keep it." — Sean O'Casey

There is none to tell the rich to go on striving, for a rich man makes the law that hallows and hollows his own life.

The hallway of every man's life is paced with pictures; pictures gay and pictures gloomy, all useful, for if we be wise, we can learn from them a richer and braver way to live.

No man is so old as to believe he cannot live one more year.

Joyce for all his devotion to his art, terrible in its austerity, was a lad born with a song on one side of him, a dance on the other; two gay guardian angels every human ought to have.