Tell me your past, my beloved, for a man is his past, and is to be known by it.
A woman is a branchy tree and man a singing wind; and from her branches carelessly he takes what he can find.
My three-thousand mile walk through Ireland convinced me of one thing - the possibility of organising a proper movement for the independence of my native land.
Men come of age at sixty, women at fifteen.
Let the past be content with itself, for man needs forgetfulness as well as memory
The mysteries of death and birth occupy women far more than is the case with men, to whom political and mercantile speculations are more congenial.
There is no tragedy more woeful than the victory of hate, nor any attainment so hopelessly barren as the sterility of that achievement; for hate is finality, and finality is the greatest evil which can happen in a world of movement.
If men understood domestic economy half as well as women do, then their political economy and their entire consequent statecraft would not be the futil muddle which it is.
Women are stronger than men - they do not die of wisdom.