Wherever you go and whatever you do,
May the luck of the Irish be there with you.

What is Irish diplomacy?
It’s the ability to tell a man to go to hell,
So that he will look forward to making the trip.

We cannot share this sorrow
If we haven’t grieved a while.
Nor can we feel another’s joy
Until we’ve learned to smile.

To a full moon on a dark night, and the road downhill all the way to your door.

‘Tis better to buy a small bouquet
And give to your friend this very day,
Than a bushel of roses white and red
To lay on his coffin after he’s dead.

There’s the joy of ole’ Killarney, in these wishes meant for you;
There’s a bit of Irish blarney, and a touch of magic too —
There’s a wish of lots of laughter, and good luck, be sure o’ that;
And a wish that all your dreams may come true in no time flat.

There are only two kinds of people in the world, The Irish
And those who wish they were.

The test of Gold is Fire
The test of Truth is Time
The test of God’s love are the heavens above
and everything sublime
Treasures in life are many,
dreams realized but few
But I know the test of God’s goodness
is when he gave me a friend like you.

The reason the Irish are always fighting each other
Is they have no other worthy opponents.

There are good ships, and there are wood ships,
The ships that sail the sea.
But the best ships, are friendships,
And may they always be.