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

The life in which nothing happens goes the fastest, because it has no landmarks.

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

Religion dies hard in the Irish.

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.

The Irish always jest even though they jest with tears.