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

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.

Religion dies hard in the Irish.

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

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

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