What is the price of a thousand horses against a son where there is one son only?

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.

What I know is nothing but that we are a spring path of autumn light carved into a river of ancient singing.

Maybe what this is. What we have, is something that will save us from ourselves.

She glanced at her watch, reminding herself who she was.

Fathers left distinctive footprints

Revenge is a kind of wild justice, which the more a man's nature runs to, the more ought law to weed it out.

You can always find an evolutionary quotation for anything. But the question is whether it's functional, which is not the same as being evolutionary.

You must avoid giving hostages to fortune, like getting an expensive wife, an expensive house, and a style of living that never lets you aford the time to take the chance to write what you wish.

The laws of art are eternal and don't change at all, as the moral laws don't change in human beings.

It's interesting that there are places that words can't get to.

Clinton's bombing campaign has caused all of these problems to explode