Happiness being a dessert so sweet
May life give you more than you can ever eat.
Irish Toasts | Alcohol Sayings, Liquor Quotes
God made the Italians for their beauty. The French for fine food. The Swedes
God made the Italians for their beauty. The French for fine food. The Swedes for intelligence. The Jews 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.”
God invented whiskey so the Irish wouldn’t rule the world.
God invented whiskey so the Irish wouldn’t rule the world.
An old Irish recipe for longevity: Leave the table hungry. Leave the bed sleepy. Leave the table thirsty.
An old Irish recipe for longevity: Leave the table hungry. Leave the bed sleepy. Leave the table thirsty.
St. Patrick was a gentleman Who through strategy and stealth
St. Patrick was a gentleman
Who through strategy and stealth
Drove all the snakes from Ireland.
Here’s toasting to his health.
But not too many toastings
Lest you lose yourself and then
Forget the good St. Patrick
And see all those snakes again.
When the roaring flames of your love
When the roaring flames of your love
have burned down to embers,
may you find that you’ve married your best friend.
To Age! To Age! Why does one care? As the wrinkles grow longer and gray graces your hair.
To Age! To Age! Why does one care?
As the wrinkles grow longer and gray graces your hair.
Life should be simple because when push comes to shove,
The only one counting is the good Lord above!
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye;
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all that we will know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you and I sigh.
William Butler Yeats
The problem with some people is that when they aren’t drunk they’re sober.
The problem with some people is that when they aren’t drunk they’re sober.
William Butler Yeats
A statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote. A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your throat.
A statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote.
A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your throat.
So stay at home and drink your beer and let the neighbors vote.
William Butler Yeats