Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.
Being Irish is very much a part of who I am. I take it everywhere with me.
Irish Alzheimer's: you forget everything except the grudges
This is one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever.
What's the use of being Irish if you can't be thick?
Ireland, sir, for good or evil, is like no other place under heaven, and no man can touch its sod or breathe its air without becoming better or worse.
We have always found the Irish a bit odd. They refuse to be English.
If it was raining soup, the Irish would go out with forks.
God invented whiskey to keep the Irish from ruling the world.
I was elected by the women of Ireland, who instead of rocking the cradle, rocked the system.
All the world's a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed.
I was court-martialled in my absence, and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence.
When I told the people of Northern Ireland that I was an atheist, a woman in the audience stood up and said, 'Yes, but is it the God of the Catholics or the God of the Protestants in whom you don't believe?'
There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting.
I love deadlines. I like the whooshing noise they make as they go by.
You know it is summer in Ireland when the rain gets warmer.
I think being a woman is like being Irish. Everyone says you're important and nice, but you take second place all the same.
Being Irish was a big thing for me, particularly growing up in Chicago.
Women are wiser than men because they know less and understand more.
Every St. Patrick's Day every Irishman goes out to find another Irishman to make a speech to.
When anyone asks me about the Irish character, I say look at the trees. Maimed, stark and misshapen, but ferociously tenacious.
You have to do your own growing no matter how tall your grandfather was.
If this humor be the safety of our race, then it is due largely to the infusion into the American people of the Irish brain.
The great Gaels of Ireland are the men that God made mad, For all their wars are merry, and all their songs are sad.
If one could only teach the English how to talk, and the Irish how to listen, society here would be quite civilized.
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