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

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

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

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

... 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.

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

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