A translation is no translation, ’ he said, ‘unless it will give you the music of a poem along with the words of it.

There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting.

Lord, confound this surly sister, blight her brow with blotch and blister, cramp her larynx, lung and liver, in her guts a galling give her.

I knew the stars, the flowers, and the birds, The gray and wintry sides of many glens, And did but half remember human words, In converse with the mountains, moors, and fens.

The general knowledge of time on the island depends, curiously enough, on the direction of the wind.

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.

It gave me a moment of exquisite satisfaction to find myself moving away from civilisation in this rude canvas canoe of a model that has served primitive races since men first went to sea.

A man who is not afraid of the sea will soon be drowned, for he will be going out on a day when he shouldn't.

They're cheering a young lad, the champion playboy of the Western World.

No man at all can be living forever and we must be satisfied.

Foreign languages are another favourite topic, and as these men are bilingual they have a fair notion of what it means to speak and think in many different idioms.

The tears are falling freely now, and I don't care if he sees them. They're tears of relief for my nephew, worry for my grandfather and my brother, and shame for my mistake. I figure I earned them.

The more I love the person, the more rejection I recieved.

We stood and watched as God abandoned us, and then we did the best we could.

How you spend your days is how you spend your life.

Media is a big problem around the world, it's powerful and can abuse its power.

Solve it before it happens. Order it before chaos emerges.

Experience gained in two schools under my control has taught me that punishment does not purify, if anything, it hardens children.

A richer present I design, A finished form, of work divine, Surpassing all the power of art; A thinking head, a grateful heart.

Michael: There's nothing here to fear. Lucifer: Well, there's always the truth.

Obamacare can't work, folks. It just cannot.