I have long wished that the Irish literature were cultivated. Ireland is known by tradition to have been once the seat of piety and learning; and surely it would be very acceptable to all those who are curious either in the original of nations, or the affinities of languages, to be further informed of the […]
Irish Quotes
When I say that I am an Irishman I mean that I was born in Ireland, and that my native language is the English of Swift and not the unspeakable jargon of the mid-XIX century London newspapers… England cannot do without its Irish and its Scots today, because it cannot do without at least a […]
The Irish are not in a conspiracy to cheat the world by false representations of the merits of their countrymen. No, Sir; the Irish are a fair people; – they never speak well of one another.
I showed my appreciation of my native land in the usual Irish way: by getting out of it as soon as I possibly could.
Ireland is the sow that eats her own farrow.
They call Belfast the Irish Liverpool. If people are for calling names, it would be better to call it the Irish London at once – the chief city of the kingdom at any rate. It looks hearty, thriving, and prosperous, as if it had money in its pockets and roast-beef for dinner: it has no […]
Freudians say that the Irish are the only race impervious to psychoanalysis. Dreams is it you’re wanting now? Sure, I can tell you some lovely ones.
We (Irish) are an unfortunate priest-ridden race and always were and always will be till the end of the chapter.
Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone, It’s with O’Leary in the grave.
Ireland really is my problem; the breaking point of the huge suppuration which all British and all European society now is. Set down in Ireland, one might at least feel, ‘Here is thy problem: In God’s name what wilt thou do with it?’
