Satire is a sort of glass wherein beholders do generally discover everyone's face but their own.

Jonathan Swift 1667-1745
The Battle of the Books

In Glendalough there lived a young saint,
In odour of sanctity dwelling,
An old-fashioned odour, which now
We seldom or never are smelling.

Samuel Lover 1797-1868
St Kevin

Whenever I wanted to know what the Irish people wanted, I had only to examine my own heart and it told me straight off what the Irish people wanted.

Eamon De Valera 1882-1975
Dáil Éireann, 6 January 1922