What are prophecies? Don't we hear them every day of the week? And if one comes true there may be seven blind and come to nothing.

It is what the poets of Ireland used to be saying, that every brave man, good at fighting, and every man that could do great deeds and not be making much talk about them, was of the Sons of the Gael; and that every skilled man that had music and that did enchantments secretly, was of the Tuatha de Danaan.

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

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.'

It takes madness to find out madness.

There's more learning than is taught in books.

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