There is nothing worse than the ambitions of a talentless person.
Joseph O'ConnorPolitics' the polite word for antediluvian prejudices, the rags put on by enmity and tribal resentment.
Joseph O'ConnorAny assemblage comprising human beings, any family, any party, any tribe, any nation, will bind itself together not by what it shares but ultimately by what it fears, which is often so much greater. Perhaps it abhors the outsider as camouflage for its own alarms; dreading what it would do to itself were the binding to fall asunder.
Joseph O'ConnorHe grew restless with Connemara and its bleak possibilities, its blasted bogscape and lunar rockiness, the grey desolation of everything around him, the rainy, acidulous smell of the air. The wind lashed in like a whip from the Atlantic and the trees grew at every angle to the ground except the perpendicular. He sat for hours at his cracked, filthy window watching them bend and warp in a gale; wondering when the fury might get too much and they would break in two or be torn from the earth. But they never broke. They just groaned and bowed low, and remained bowed after the storm had raged away. Stooped. Hunched. Twisted. Deformed: the serveants of a master who detested their devotion.
Joseph O'ConnorIf any class deserves to be protected and assisted by the government, it is the class who are banished from their native land in search of the bare means of subsistence" Charles dickens, american notes
Joseph O'Connorthe country of the poor can be abandoned no longer. For i dread what is growing in that country now. I fear we shall reap a venomous crop
Joseph O'Connorall of our trials are caused by restlessness, the refusal to accept the fact that limitations exist
Joseph O'ConnorHe was a beautiful man. What more than this need be said? The sort of man who makes you think the movement of foliage might be causing the breeze.
Joseph O'ConnorAnd if ever you wanted to quit your impatient girl truly, and our little story had to be stored away in a room that's only sometimes remembered, that's still a room I'd want, and I'd go there now and again, like some room in an old hotel on a seafront someplace where two sinners did something they shouldn't. Do you mind what I am telling you? It is the God's honest truth. Even if I never saw you or heard from you again, you'd already have been the miracle of my life.
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