John Boyle O'Reilly Quotes

Too late we learn, a man must hold his friend, Unjudged, accepted, trusted to the end.

''You gave me the key of your heart, my love; then why did you make me knock?'' Oh that was yesterday, saints above! And last night -- I changed the lock!

How shall I a habit break? As you did that habit make, As you gathered, you must lose; As you yielded, now refuse, Thread by thread the strands we twist Till they bind us neck and wrist, Thread by thread the patient hand Must untwine ere free we stan.

The world is large, when its weary leagues two loving hearts divide; But the world is small, when your enemy is loose on the other side.

The organized charity, scrimped and iced, in the name of a cautious, statistical Christ.

And a toiler dies in a day.