Ireland is a great country to die or be married in.
Sport and death are the two great socializing factors in Ireland ...
Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.
Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.
Ireland’s ruins are historic emotions surrendered to time.
The moment the very name of Ireland is mentioned, the English seem to bid adieu to common feeling, common prudence, and common sense, and to act with the barbarity of tyrants, and the fatuity of idiots.
One American said that the most interesting thing about Holy Ireland was that its people hate each other in the name of Jesus Christ. And they do!
Ireland is where strange tales begin and happy endings are possible.