Message? What the hell do you think I am, a bloody postman?
There's no one, no one, loves you like yourself.
It's not that the Irish are cynical. It's rather that they have a wonderful lack of respect for everything and everybody.
All publicity is good, except an obituary notice.
Every cripple has his own way of walking.
Failure at a task may be the result of having tackled it at the wrong time.