From the sons of Ith, the first of the Gael to get his death in Ireland, there came in the after time Fathadh Canaan, that got the sway over the whole world from the rising to the setting sun, and that took hostages of the streams and the birds and the languages.

Many a poor soul has had to suffer from the weight of the debts on him, finding no rest or peace after death.

Every day in the year there comes some malice into the world, and where it comes from is no good place.

The first play I wrote was called 'Twenty-five.' It was played by our company in Dublin and London, and was adapted and translated into Irish and played in America.

There is many a man without learning will get the better of a college-bred man, and will have better words, too.

It is the old battle, between those who use a toothbrush and those who don't.

In my childhood there was every year at my old home, Roxborough, or, as it is called in Irish, Cregroostha, a great sheep-shearing that lasted many days. On the last evening there was always a dance for the shearers and their helpers, and two pipers used to sit on chairs placed on a corn-bin to make music for the dance.