Roscommon Quotes & Sayings

We weep and laugh, as we see others do. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl Of Roscommon

Allegorical stories of saints battling with giants, monsters and demons may be interpreted as symbolizing the Christian's fight against paganism. At Bwlch Rhiwfelen (Denbigh) St Collen fought and killed a cannibal giantess, afterwards washing away the blood-stains in a well later known as Ffynnon Gollen. In Ireland, the tales of saints slaying giant serpents may have the same meaning; alternatively they (or some of them) may refer to early sightings of genuine water monsters. St Barry banished a serpent from a mountain into Lough Lagan (Roscommon), and a holy well sprang up where the saint's knee touched the ground. — Colin Bord

You gain your point if your industrious art can make unusual words easy. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl Of Roscommon

The west and southwest of Ireland bore the brunt of the famine. Those areas, including Mayo, Sligo, Roscommon, Galway, Clare, and Cork, were the poorest regions of the island, and the most dependent on subsistence farming. Not coincidentally, these were also the areas that Catholic Irish had been sent to during the Protestant plantation. — Ryan Hackney

Let us not write at a loose rambling rate, in hope the world will wink at all our faults. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl Of Roscommon

Grief dejects and wrings the tortured soul. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl Of Roscommon

Tis I that call, remember Milo's end, Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl Of Roscommon

Beware what spirit rages in your breast; for one inspired, ten thousand are possessed. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl Of Roscommon

Choose an author as you would a friend. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl Of Roscommon

The men, who labour and digest things most, Will be much apter to despond than boast; For if your author be profoundly good, 'Twill cost you dear before he's understood. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl Of Roscommon

The press, the pulpit, and the stage, Conspire to censure and expose our age. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl Of Roscommon

Words are like leaves; some wither every year, and every year a younger race succeed. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl Of Roscommon

My ancestors came from Co Roscommon, transported to Van Diemen's Land for stealing food. — Richard Flanagan

Abstruse and mystic thoughts you must express With painful care, but seeming easiness; For truth shines brightest thro' the plainest dress. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl Of Roscommon

Pride (of all others the most dang'rous fault) Proceeds from want of sense, or want of thought. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl Of Roscommon

Truth and fiction are so aptly mixed that all seems uniform and of a piece. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl Of Roscommon

Men still had faults, and men will have them still; He that hath none, and lives as angels do, Must be an angel. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl Of Roscommon

The gorse was in bloom, the fuchsia hedges were already budding; wild green hills, mounds of peat; yes, Ireland is green, very green, but its green is not only the green of meadows, it is the green of moss - certainly here, beyond Roscommon, toward County Mayo - and Moss is the plant of resignation, of forsakenenness. The country is forsaken, it is being slowly but steadily depopulated... — Heinrich Boll

Those things which now seem frivolous and slight,
Will be of serious consequence to you,
When they have made you once ridiculous. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl Of Roscommon

The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound, Shall thro' the rending tombs rebound, And wake the nations under ground. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl Of Roscommon

What you keep by you, you may change and mend but words, once spoken, can never be recalled. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl Of Roscommon

You must not think that a satiric style allows of scandalous and brutish words; the better sort abhor scurrility. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl Of Roscommon

Sound judgment is the ground of writing well. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl Of Roscommon

Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl Of Roscommon

The first great work (a task performed by few)
Is that yourself may to yourself be true. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl Of Roscommon

Invention is not so much the result of labor as of judgment. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl Of Roscommon

Our heroes of the former days deserved and gained their never-fading bays. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl Of Roscommon

The multitude is always wrong. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl Of Roscommon

Whatsoever contradicts my sense,
I hate to see, and never can believe. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl Of Roscommon

Praise Him, each savage furious beast
That on His stores do daily feast;
And you tame slaves, of the laborious plough,
Your weary knees to your Creator bow. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl Of Roscommon

I will not quarrel with a slight mistake, Such as our nature's frailty may excuse. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl Of Roscommon

Often try what weight you can support,
And what your shoulders are too weak to bear. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl Of Roscommon