The Problem With The Press Is That

All Progress Depends On The Unreasonable Man.

Set Me Anything To Do As A Task, And It Is Inconceivable The Desire I Have To Do Something Else.

Every Man To Whom Salvation Is Offered Has An Inalienable Natural Right To Say 'no, Thank You: I Prefer To Retain My Full Moral Responsibility: It Is Not Good For Me To Be Able To Load A Scapegoat With My Sins: I Should Be Less Careful How I Committed Them If I Knew They Would Cost Me Nothing.

Every Person Who Has Mastered A Profession Is A Skeptic Concerning It.

An Irishman's Imagination Never Lets Him Alone, Never Convinces Him, Never Satisfies Him; But It Makes Him That He Can't Face Reality Nor Deal With It Nor Handle It Nor Conquer It: He Can Only Sneer At Them That Do, And Be 'agreeable To Strangers', Like A Good-for-nothing Woman On The Streets.