It takes madness to find out madness.

I said, in talking, that I felt more and more the time wasted that was not spent in Ireland.

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.

Everything that is bad, the falling sickness - God save the mark - or the like, should be at its worst at the full moon. I suppose because it is the leader of the stars.

It is better to be tied to any thorny bush than to be with a cross man.

As to the old history of Ireland, the first man ever died in Ireland was Partholan, and he is buried, and his greyhound along with him, at some place in Kerry.

Well, there's no one at all, they do be saying, but is deserving of some punishment from the very minute of his birth.