DOROTHY SALISBURY DAVIS

Flattery makes fools of the best of us.

The law is above the law, you know.

There’s no snobbery like that of the poor toward one another.

Don't sell your soul to buy peanuts for the monkeys.

History's like a story in a way: it depends on who's telling it.

Very often adverse criticism goes to craft, and that sounds an alarm to which attention should be paid.

I don't approve the informality in the world today, Mr. James. It's made strangers of us all.

Beware of feelings, Father. They are the biggest liars in us. They make truth what we want it to be.

It's a great wonder to me, the Irish attachment to our history. What is it but a series of lamentations?

No one who likes a song lacks congeniality.

Don't sell your soul to buy peanuts for the monkeys.

History's like a story in a way: it depends on who's telling it.

I don't approve the informality in the world today, Mr. James. It's made strangers of us all.

Very often adverse criticism goes to craft, and that sounds an alarm to which attention should be paid.

No one who likes a song lacks congeniality.

There’s no snobbery like that of the poor toward one another.

It's a great wonder to me, the Irish attachment to our history. What is it but a series of lamentations?

Beware of feelings, Father. They are the biggest liars in us. They make truth what we want it to be.

Flattery makes fools of the best of us.

The law is above the law, you know.

We reveal more of ourselves in the lies we tell than we do when we try to tell the truth.