There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting.

A man who is not afraid of the sea will soon be drowned, he said, for he will be going out on a day he shouldn't. But we do be afraid of the sea, and we do onl…

A translation is no translation, he said, unless it will give you the music of a poem along with the words of it.

The grief of the keen is no personal complaint for the death of one woman over eighty years, but seems to contain the whole passionate rage that lurks somewher…

Language is the net that holds thought trapped within a particular culture. But if one could only strike the ball with sufficient force, with perfect timing, i…

'What an unutterable catastrophe!' The apothecary always had the proper expression ready, whatever the occasion.

The 'sayings' of a community, its proverbs, are its characteristic comment upon life; they imply its history, suggest its attitude toward the world and its way…