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

The life in which nothing happens goes the fastest, because it has no landmarks.

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

To be a saint does not exclude fine dresses nor a beautiful house.

Drawbacks are good when you are on holiday. If the holiday were too good you might not want to go home again.

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

The Irish always jest even though they jest with tears.