The trouble with the Irish question always has been that it was an English question.

Irish people have a trick of over-statement, at which one ceases to wince as one grows older.

It's a strange thing now how people will know they're dying themselves when no one else could suspect anything wrong at all with them.

The Irish always jest even though they jest with tears.

I have always believed that hair is a very sure index of character.

I have often heard it said that the Irish are too ready to forgive. It is a noble failing.

O, the red rose may be fair, And the lily statelier; But my shamrock, one in three Takes the very heart of me!