Quotes on Ireland

The great Gaels of Ireland are the men that God made mad, For all their wars are merry, and all their songs are sad.

Oh Ireland my first and only love Where Christ and Caesar are hand in glove!

When anyone asks me about the Irish character, I say look at the trees. Maimed, stark and misshapen, but ferociously tenacious.

Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me; In exile thy bosom shall still be my home, And thine eyes make my climate wherever we roam.