January has only one thing to be said for it: it is followed by February. Nothing so well becomes its passing.

... Hope is at the bottom of the Pandora's box of Irish troubles, and I believe proudly and firmly in the ultimate destinies of my country.

The Irish always jest even though they jest with tears.

There is an Irish way of paying compliments as though they were irresistible truths which makes what would otherwise be an impertinence delightful.

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

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

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