May the road to rise to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your fields. The rain fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of his hand.
There are three kinds of men who can’t understand women: young men, middle-aged men, and old men.
Diplomacy is the ability to tell a man where to go…so that he will look forward to the trip!
May you be in heaven half an hour before the Devil knows you are dead.
As you slide down the bannister of life, may the splinters never face the wrong way.
May you live as long as you want and never want as long as you live.
Slainte Gus Saol Agat (Health and Long Life To You)
Erin Go Bragh (Ireland Forever)
No crime a man commits in behalf of his freedom can be as great as the crimes committed by those who deny his freedom. Leon Uris, “Trinity”, page 466, paperback
Wherever they went the Irish brought with them their books, many unseen in Europe for centuries and tied to their waists as signs of triumph, just as Irish heroes had once tied to their waists their enemies’ heads. Where they went they brought their love of learning and their skills in bookmaking. In the bays and valleys of their exile, they re-established literacy and breathed new life into the exhausted literary culture of Europe. And that is how the Irish saved civilization. Thomas Cahill, quoted from http://www.irishcentral.com, December 2014
If one could only teach the English how to talk, and the Irish how to listen, society would be quite civilized. Oscar Wilde
Irish poets learn your trade, sing whatever is well made, so that we in coming days may be, still the indomitable Irishry. William Butler Yeats, excerpted from his poem, “Under Ben Bulben”
To be Irish is to know that in the end the world will break your heart. Daniel Patrick Moynihan (after the assassination of John F. Kennedy)
We are older than England and we are stronger than England. In every generation we have renewed the struggle, and so it shall be unto the end. When England thinks she has trampled out our blood in battle, some brave man rises and rallies us again; when England thinks she has purchased us with a bribe, some good man redeems us by a sacrifice. Padraig (Patrick) Pearse, March 8, 1914
Come gather round me players all: come praise Nineteen-Sixteen, praise every man that came again, praise every man that fell. Some had no thought of victory but had gone out to die. That Ireland’s mind be greater, her heart mount up on high; and no one knows what’s yet to come. For Patrick Pearse had said that in every generation must Ireland’s blood be shed. William Butler Yeats, excerpt from his poem “Three Songs to the One Burden”
The Harp That Once Through Tara’s Halls by Thomas Moore
“The harp that once through Tara’s halls, the soul of music shed, now hangs as mute on Tara’s walls, as if that soul were fled.
So sleeps the pride of former days, so glory’s thrill is o’er, and hearts that once beat high for praise, no feel that pulse no more.
No more to chiefs and ladies bright, the harp of Tara swells; the chord alone that breaks the night, a tale of ruin tells.
This freedom now so seldom wakes, the only throb she gives, is when some heart indignant breaks to show that still she lives.”
There are only two things to worry about: either you are well or you are sick. If you are well, then there is nothing to worry about. But if you are sick, there are two things to worry about: either you will get well or you will die. If you get well, there is nothing to worry about. But if you die, there are only two things to worry about: either you will go to heaven or you will go to hell. If you go to heaven, there is nothing to worry about. But if you go to hell, you will be so busy shaking hands with friends that you won’t have time to worry!