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Love is a perky elf dancing a merry little jig and then suddenly he turns on you with a miniature machine gun.
Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
When you soar like an eagle, you attract the hunters.
We will burn that bridge when we come to it.
(1728—1774), Irish poetplaywright
I always get the better when I argue alone.
The Observer, London, 1935
The Irish people do not gladly suffer common sense.
The problem with the global village is all the global village idiots.
"It is always wise to stop wishing for things long enough to enjoy the fragrance of those now flowering."
Kittens can happen to anyone.
English barrister and author
Biography, like big game hunting, is one of the recognized forms of sport, and it is as unfair as only sport can be.