My days โ the blossom of my youth and the flower of my manhood โ have been darkened by the dreariness of servitude. In this my native land โ in the land of my sires โ I am degraded without fault as an alien and an outcast.
Daniel O'ConnellNo man was ever a good soldier but the man who goes into the battle determined to conquer, or not to come back from the battle field (cheers). No other principle makes a good soldier.
Daniel O'ConnellThe poor old Duke [of Wellington]! What shall I say of him? To be sure he was born in Ireland, but being born in a stable does not make a man a horse.
Daniel O'ConnellAlthough the Irish language is connected with the many recollections that twine around the hearts of Irishmen, yet the superior utility of the English tongue, as the medium of all modern communication, is so great that I can witness without a sigh the gradual decline of the Irish language.
Daniel O'Connell