Every cripple has his own way of walking.
Critics are like eunuchs in a harem; they know how it's done, they've seen it done every day, but they're unable to do it themselves.
It's not that the Irish are cynical. It's rather that they have a wonderful lack of respect for everything and everybody.
Scream at God if that's the only thing that will get results.
If it was raining soup, the Irish would go out with forks.
I wish I'd been a mixed infant.