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

It's a grand thing to be able to take your money in your hand and to think no more of it when it slips away from you than you would a trout that would slip back into the stream.

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.

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

I don't know in the world why anyone would consent to be a king, and never to be left to himself, but to be worried and wearied and interfered with from dark to daybreak and from morning to the fall of night.

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

We would not give up our own country - Ireland - if we were to get the whole world as an estate, and the Country of the Young along with it.