Every Craggy And Gnarled Tree

As Our Language Wanes And Dies, The Golden Legends Of The Far-off Centuries Fade And Pass Away. No One Sees Their Influence Upon Culture; No One Sees Their Educational Power.

Youth Is A Period Of Idealism. The Communists Attract Young People By Appealing Directly To That Idealism. Too Often, Others Have Failed Either To Appeal To It Or To Use It And They Are The Losers As A Consequence. We Have No Cause To Complain If, Having Neglected The Idealism Of Youth, We See Others Come Along, Take It, And Harness It To Their Cause - And Against Our Own.

I Do Not Share The Wish To See My Language Dead And Decently Buried

It Is A Most Disgraceful Shame The Way In Which Irishmen Are Brought Up. They Are Ashamed Of Their Language, Institutions, And Of Everything Irish.

The Gaelic League Is Founded Not Upon Hatred Of England, But Upon Love Of Ireland. Hatred Is A Negative Passion; It Is Powerful - A Very Powerful Destroyer; But It Is Useless For Building Up. Love, On The Other Hand, Is Like Faith; It Can Move Mountains, And Faith, We Have Mountains To Move.