By preserving Gaeilge, we preserve a unique perspective on the world, a perspective that is rooted in the landscapes and traditions of Ireland.

O wise men, riddle me this: what if the dream come true?
What if the dream come true? and if millions unborn shall dwell
In the house that I shaped in my heart, the noble house of my thought?

In the time of the White-boys, I often heard my father say that no man of the name of Mullen, Moloney or Staunton was allowed to join or take the oath of the White-boys.

Only time will tell if Ireland’s vox populi, against massive establishment efforts, will continue to find its voice.

The Irish nationalist John Mitchel advised the Irish in America to assimilate or face an unhappy fate. Feeney is characteristic perhaps of that unhappy fate.

We are an island, off an island, off the edge of Europe. We have never faced immigration issues on this scale before.

Feeney's films exalt in themes of tradition, family and community as no other American filmmaker ever has. His evocation of social cohesion in the transience of social ritual is often sublime. But is it a facade?

We would no Irish sign efface,
But yet our lips would gladlier hail
The firstborn of the Coming Race
Than the last splendour of the Gael.

Roche stepped out of a bohreen with a sword in his hand and said, “I defy any two men single handed and no person will dare pass.”

In Ireland every poet we honour has dedicated his genius to his country without gain, and has given without stint, without any miserly withholding of his gift when his nation was in dark and evil days.

Feeney established a tradition of cinematic poetry, steeped in Irish race-memory, which his ancestral homeland ought to have embraced.

Bambie Thug’s performance only indicates that she may be more comfortable in a psych ward than on international television

“Europe, the continent that once held the world in its palms, now seems content to be a junior actor in American geopolitical endeavours.”

The next chapter of the EU story may stretch from the Donegal foothills to the borderpasses of Azerbaijan by decade’s end should Eurocrats pull off this wave of expansion

Immigrants have been recorded as leaning toward a pro-British position on a United Ireland when polled. Why would they care for a centuries old blood-feud?

My Irish isn’t clean, my grammar doesn’t gleam
In this soft light, but I still like
It’s punctuality, musicality, the spirituality with which we once spoke
My mother’s tongue was cut from my throat

"That", says Father Lyng to him, "is the headless coach and the devil driving it".

Ireland hasn’t been the same since the Dublin riots.

All has changed, changed utterly since that fateful night.

But has a terrible beauty been born?

If James Connolly wanted the earth, Viktor Orbán’s aims are more modest - eclipsing Brussels’s insidious influence will suffice.

On nations fixed in right and truth,
God would bestow eternal youth.