Every Cripple Has His Own

The Only Thing I Envy In Young People Is Their Livers.

They Took Away Our Land, Our Language, And Our Religion; But They Could Never Harness Our Tongues.

If It Was Raining Soup, The Irish Would Go Out With Forks.

I Am Married To Beatrice Salkeld, A Painter. We Have No Children, Except Me.

It's Not That The Irish Are Cynical. It's Rather That They Have A Wonderful Lack Of Respect For Everything And Everybody.