My husband was in the war of the Crimea. It is terrible the hardships he went through‚ to be two months without going into a house‚ under the snow in trenches. And no food to get‚ maybe a biscuit in the day. And there was enough food there‚ he said‚ to feed all Ireland; but bad management‚ they could not get it.

If the past year were offered me again, And choice of good and ill before me set Would I accept the pleasure with the pain Or dare to wish that we had never met?

It's best make changes little by little, the same as you'd put clothes upon a growing child.

It takes madness to find out madness.

Our curses on them that boil the eggs too hard! What use is an egg that is hard to any person on earth?

What the Danes left in Ireland were hens and weasels. And when the cock crows in the morning, the country people will always say 'It is for Denmark they are crowing. Crowing they are to be back in Denmark.'

Every trick is an old one, but with a change of players, a change of dress, it comes out as new as before.