... 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.

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

The kind need kindness most of all.

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

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

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

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