A lot of Irish people perform. They perform in drawing rooms. They sing songs and they play piano.
There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting.
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?
Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.
Every St. Patrick's Day every Irishman goes out to find another Irishman to make a speech to.
Geographically Ireland is a medium-sized rural island that is slowly but steadily being consumed by sheep.
Being Irish is very much a part of who I am. I take it everywhere with me.
If it was raining soup the Irish would go out with forks.
Being Irish he had an abiding sense of tragedy which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.
We have always found the Irish a bit odd. They refuse to be English.