A best friend is like a four leaf clover: hard to find and lucky to have.
Irish diplomacy is the ability to tell a man to go to hell so that he looks forward to making the trip.
May the Irish hills caress you. May her lakes and rivers bless you. May the luck of the Irish enfold you. May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.
Oh! St. Patrick was a gentleman, who came of decent people; he built a church in Dublin town, and on it put a steeple.
An Irishman is never drunk as long as he can hold onto one blade of grass to keep from falling off the earth.
May your blessings outnumber the shamrocks that grow, and may trouble avoid you wherever you go.
Only Irish coffee provides in a single glass all four essential food groups: alcohol, caffeine, sugar, and fat.
May the road rise to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face. May rains fall soft upon your fields.
A toast to your coffin. May it be made of 100 year old oak. And may we plant the tree together, tomorrow.
St. Patrick's Day is an enchanted time - a day to begin transforming winter's dreams into summer's magic.
There are only two kinds of people in the world, the Irish and those who wish they were.
Health and a long life to you. Land without rent to you. A child every year to you. And if you can't go to heaven, May you at least die in Ireland.
May your neighbors respect you, troubles neglect you, the angels protect you, and Heaven accept you.