An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy which sustains him through temporary periods of joy.
An Irishman is never drunk as long as he can hold onto one blade of grass to keep from falling off the earth.
Drink is the curse of the land. It makes you fight with your neighbor. It makes you shoot at your landlord-and it makes you miss him.
If you’re enough lucky to be Irish, you’re lucky enough!
In Heaven there is no beer that’s why we drink it here!
Irish diplomacy is the ability to tell a man to go to hell so that he looks forward to making the trip.
May misfortune follow you the rest of your life, but never catch up.
May the saddest day of your future be no worse than the happiest day of your past.
May you live as long as you want and never want as long as you live.
The Irish do not want anyone to wish them well; they want everyone to wish their enemies ill.
The Irish forgive their great men when they are safely buried.
There are only two kinds of people in the world, The Irish and those who wish they were.