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

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.

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

Whenever we proceed from the known into the unknown we may hope to understand, but we may have to learn at the same time a new meaning of the word 'understanding.

My tomb shall be in a spot where the north wind may scatter roses over it.

The world isn't what I've believed it to be, and I am not what I believed me to be, and neither is anyone.

If politicians and scientists were lazier, how much happier we should all be

The thing about a mirror is this: The one who stares into it is condemned to consider the world from her own perspective.

And I don't want to jump out of an airplane - I've done that.

I don't know when I'm going to have time to be politically active.

We've got a recipe for disaster. It's huge -- this combination of body image issues and the drug's weight loss appeal.

[Sharron Angle] said, 'I can't win without you getting out of the race.' But I said I couldn't. I'm going to beat Harry Reid.

Life, the river of the Spirit, consenting to anguish and sorrow.