... 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.

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

It's a strange thing now how people will know they're dying themselves when no one else could suspect anything wrong at all with them.

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

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

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

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