There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting.
It is the timber of poetry that wears most surely, and there is no timber that has not strong roots among the clay and worms.
Every article on these islands has an almost personal character, which gives this simple life, where all art is unknown, something of the artistic beauty of medieval life.
Of the things which nourish the imagination, humour is one of the most needful, and it is dangerous to limit or destroy it.
The grief of the keen is no personal complaint for the death of one woman over eighty years, but seems to contain the whole passionate rage that lurks somewhere in every native of the island.
They're cheering a young lad, the champion playboy of the Western World.