Irish Wisdom
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sunshine warm upon your face.
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.
May green be the grass you walk on,
May blue be the skies above you,
May pure be the joys that surround you,
May true be the hearts that love you.
God gives every bird its food,
but He does not throw it into its nest.
May you have warm words on a cold evening,
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road down hill all the way to your door.
May you live all the days of your life, and
May the saddest day of your future be no worse
Than the happiest day of your past!
The lake is not encumbered by the swan; nor the steed by the bridle; nor the sheep by the wool; nor the man by the soul that is in him.
How many mourn the want of possessions; yet the strong, the brave, and the rich, all go to the grave at last; like the poor, and the emaciated, and the infant.
No heat like that of shame.
No pain like that of refusal.
No sorrow like the loss of friends.
Have a mouth of ivy and a heart of holly.
True greatness knows gentleness.
Ireland is where strange tales begin and happy endings are possible.
-- Charles Haughey
God then made man.
The Italian for their beauty.
The French for fine food.
The Swedes for intelligence.
The Jew for religion.
And on and on until he looked at what
he had created and said,
"This is all very fine but no one is having fun.
I guess I'll have to make me an Irishman."
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