If it was raining soup, the Irish would go out with forks.
The English and Americans dislike only some Irish--the same Irish that the Irish themselves detest, Irish writers--the ones that think.
Ah, bless you, Sister, may all your sons be bishops.
A general and a bit of shooting makes you forget your troubles ... it takes your mind off the cost of living.
Message? What the hell do you think I am, a bloody postman?
I was court-martialled in my absence, and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence.