Malice is only another name for mediocrity.

Malice is only another name for mediocrity.

A man is original when he speaks the truth that has always been known to all good men.

What appears in newspapers is often new but seldom true.

A poet is never one of the people. He is detached, remote, and the life of small-time dances and talk about football would not be for him. He might take part but could not belong.

Ay - 'The Green Fool' business, the libel action over the head of it - did me a lot of damage. It destroyed the momentum.

How strange a thing like that happens to a man. He dabbles in something and does not realise that it is his life.

I want to reveal in a simple way the usual - and unusual - life of the city; the corporation workman, the busmen, policemen, the civil servants, the theatres, Moore Street and also, what occupies so large a place in Dublin's life, the literary and artistic.

In its truest manifestation, where it gives judgments, poetry is super-luxury. It would be interesting to see what would happen to a High Court judge if he were forced to follow the true poetic formula, doing the job for love, being forced into pubs for relief.

In the country places of Ireland, writing is held in certain awe: a writer was a dangerous man from whom they instinctively recoiled.

Letting the facts speak for themselves is an immoral principle when we all know that facts and figures can be selected to prove anything.

Life in cities is not a spring but a river, or rather, a water main. It progresses like a novel, artificially.

Natural life, lived naturally as it is lived in the countryside, has none of that progress which is the base of happiness. Men and women in rural communities can be compared to a spring that rises out of a rock and spreads in irregular ever-widening circles. But the general principle is static.

Poetry is not Irish or any other nationality; and when writers such as Messrs. Clarke, Farren and the late F. R. Higgins pursue Irishness as a poetic end, they are merely exploiting incidental local colour.

Publicity's a cancer. It eats out a man - till there's nothing but a shell left.

The exciting quality about Joyce is that when you read him, you are not told of the large public issues that were agitating the minds of politicians and journalists on those days. Joyce is interested in the mind of a man who has put five shillings on a horse.

The keynote of simple folk is bad manners, familiarity. They intrude on one's private soul.

The position is: the Gaelic language is no longer the native language; it is dead, yet food is being brought to the graveyard.

There is nothing as dead and as damned as an important thing. The things that really matter are casual, insignificant little things.

Wine and women do not go with song. Alcohol is the worst enemy of the imagination.

Yeats, protected to some extent by the Nationalistic movement, wrote out of a somewhat protected world, and so his work does not touch life deeply.

Young writers should keep out of pubs and remember that the cliche way of the artistic life is a lie.

I have the same malice in my heart as far as the fight game is concerned, but outside the ring, I won't say anything a dignified man won't say.

A slight touch of friendly malice and amusement towards those we love keeps our affections for them from turning flat.

The quietness of his tone italicized the malice of his reply.

Never ascribe to malice that which is adequately explained by incompetence.

There is probably an element of malice in our readiness to overestimate people - we are, as it were, laying up for ourselves the pleasure of later cutting them down to size.

Forcible ways make not an end of evil, but leave hatred and malice behind them.

The minds of men are at last aroused; reason looks out and justifies her own, and malice finds all her work is ruin.

A noble heart cannot suspect in others the pettiness and malice that it has never felt.

The rising sun can dispel the darkness of night, but it cannot banish the blackness of malice, hatred, bigotry, and selfishness from the hearts of humanity.

I'm not full of malice, but I do dislike Neil Diamond a lot, and I'm sorry that I've done a Neil Diamond song.

In this manner, I continued with Satan for ten days. His answer and blasphemy were too shocking to pen; till I was worn out with rage and malice against him, I could not bear myself.

Malice is always authentic and sincere.

There is a rollicking kindness that looks like malice.

As for ourselves, yes, we must be meek, bear injustice, malice, rash judgment. We must turn the other cheek, give up our cloak, go a second mile.

He, who cannot forgive a trespass of malice to his enemy, has never yet tasted the most sublime enjoyment of love.

Malice scorned, puts out itself; but argued, give a kind of credit to a false accusation.

Malice is only another name for mediocrity.

Anger may repast with thee for an hour, but not repose for a night; the continuance of anger is hatred, the continuance of hatred turns malice.

If malice or envy were tangible and had a shape, it would be the shape of a boomerang.

Malice is of a low stature, but it hath very long arms.

Nothing is over and done with. Nothing. Not even your malice.

Never attribute to malice, that which can be reasonably explained by stupidity.

The best way to win against the intolerable is to tolerate them, for this they have seldom dealt with. Your indulgence may soften their malice and open their eyes to more honorable ways.

The truth is incontrovertible, malice may attack it, ignorance may deride it, but in the end; there it is.

It is remarkable by how much a pinch of malice enhances the penetrating power of an idea or an opinion. Our ears, it seems, are wonderfully attuned to sneers and evil reports about our fellow men.

Our enemies are our evil deeds and their memories, our pride, our selfishness, our malice, our passions, which by conscience or by habit pursue us with a relentlessness past the power of figure to express.

I can't judge any of you. I have no malice against you and no ribbons for you. But I think that it is high time that you all start looking at yourselves, and judging the lie that you live in.