There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting.
A lot of Irish people perform. They perform in drawing rooms. They sing songs and they play piano.
That’s what the holidays are for – for one person to tell the stories and another to dispute them. Isn’t that the Irish way?
Love is never defeated, and I could add, the history of Ireland proves it.
If it was raining soup, the Irish would go out with forks.
Being Irish is very much a part of who I am. I take it everywhere with me.
Geographically, Ireland is a medium-sized rural island that is slowly but steadily being consumed by sheep.
Some mornings you wake up and think, gee I look handsome today. Other days I think, what am I doing in the movies? I wanna go back to Ireland and drive a forklift.
Every St. Patrick’s Day every Irishman goes out to find another Irishman to make a speech to.
Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.
We have always found the Irish a bit odd. They refuse to be English.
Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.