A translation is no translation,’ he said, ‘unless it will give you the music of a poem along with the words of it.
~ John Millington Synge
There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting.
The general knowledge of time on the island depends, curiously enough, on the direction of the wind.
Every article on these islands has an almost personal character, which gives this simple life, where all art is unknown, something of the artistic beauty of medieval life.
Of the things which nourish the imagination, humour is one of the most needful, and it is dangerous to limit or destroy it.
