The great Gaels of Ireland are the men that God made mad, For all their wars are merry, and all their songs are sad.
Only Irish coffee provides in a single glass all four essential food groups: alcohol, caffeine, sugar and fat.
Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives. The English reading public explains the reason why.
Bà ann nó as táimse ag triall Ort agus má tá cuirim geasa Ort mé a shábháil ón dream a deir gur fear fuar sa spéir Thú.
Katie shook her head in dismay. “I thought being poor was the worst thing that could happen to a girl.” “No, Katie,” the countess said in a clear voice. “The worst thing is to be in love with one man and have to marry another.” —Katie O'Reilly to the Countess of Marbury
Skip your fancy talk, Captain Lord Blackthorn. If I do your bidding, and I’m still discussing that with the Almighty, it will only be to save my arse.
I was born Katie O’Reilly,” she began. “Poor Irish, but proud of it. I boarded the Titanic at Queenstown as a third class passenger with nothing more than the clothes on my back. And the law at my heels.” Titanic Rhapsody
Cad é an mhaith dom eagla a bheith orm? Nà shaorfadh eagla duine ón mbás, dar ndóigh.
I'm not singing for the future I'm not dreaming of the past I'm not talking of the fist time I never think about the last
More than loud acclaim, I love Books, silence, thought, my alcove. Pangur Bán Poem by Anon Irish Monk, Translated by Seamus Heaney
Wherever they went the Irish brought with them their books, many unseen in Europe for centuries and tied to their waists as signs of triumph, just as Irish heroes had once tied to their waists their enemies' heads. Where they went they brought their love of learning and their skills in bookmaking. In the bays and valleys of their exile, they reestablished literacy and breathed new life into the exhausted literary culture of Europe. And that is how the Irish saved civilization.
Some men never recover from education.
I knew one boy who passed through several schools a dunce and a laughing-stock; the National Board and the Intermediate Board had sat in judgment upon him and had damned him as a failure before men and angels. Yet a friend and fellow-worker of mine discovered that he was gifted with a wondrous sympathy for nature, that he loved and understood the ways of plants, that he had a strange minuteness and subtlety of observation—that, in short, he was the sort of boy likely to become an accomplished botanist.
Even as my father grew up in Boston, Massachusetts, signs told him: 'No Irish Need Apply.'
Irish Americans are no more Irish than Black Americans are Africans.
I come from a blue-collar, Irish Catholic, pro-Kennedy, pro-union family of Democrats.
The British Government and the Irish Government have accepted very clearly the Mitchell Report.
Growing up, I was brought up around Irish music, Irish traditions.
I'm not a walking extra in a Chekhov play; I'm no Slavic gloom or Irish gloom.
I'm Irish and Cherokee Indian. I can't faint.
