A man who is not afraid of the sea will soon be drowned, he said, for he will be going out on a day he shouldn't. But we do be afraid of the sea, and we do only be drownded now and again.
It is the timber of poetry that wears most surely, and there is no timber that has not strong roots among the clay and worms.
Every article on these islands has an almost personal character, which gives this simple life, where all art is unknown, something of the artistic beauty of medieval life.
There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting.
Of the things which nourish the imagination, humour is one of the most needful, and it is dangerous to limit or destroy it.
The grief of the keen is no personal complaint for the death of one woman over eighty years, but seems to contain the whole passionate rage that lurks somewhere in every native of the island.
