There is no such thing as bad publicity except your own obituary.
They took away our land, our language, and our religion; but they could never harness our tongues.
The terrorist is the one with the small bomb.
If it was raining soup, the Irish would go out with forks.
I am married to Beatrice Salkeld, a painter. We have no children, except me.
Whatever you hold in contempt is your jailer.