Quotes from Joseph Jacobs

In the novel A Ghost, A Witch, and a Goblin by Scholastic Book Services, from Baba Yaga, a Russian witch story, the Good Aunt says to her niece, "Because you are so brave and so good, you will be stronger than all the wicked creatures you may meet.

Little pig, little pig, let me come in." To which the pig answered: "No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin." The wolf then answered to that: "Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in." So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew his house in, and ate up the little pig.

The Bodhisatta was at one time born in the region of Himavanta as a white crane;

When good King Arthur reigned, there lived near the Land's End of England, in the county of Cornwall, a farmer who had one only son called Jack. He was brisk and of a ready lively wit, so that nobody or nothing could worst him.

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Then she took the heart and liver of the little girl, and she stewed them and brought them into the house for supper. The husband tasted them and shook his head. He said they tasted very strangely. She gave some to the little boy, but he would not eat. She tried to force him, but he refused, and ran out into the garden, and took up his little sister, and put her in a box, and buried the box under a rose-tree; and every day he went to the tree and wept, till his tears ran down on the box.

There once lived a king and a queen as many a one has been.

Mothuighim boladh an Éireannaigh bhinn bhreugaigh faoi m'fhóidín dúthaigh.

They were long married and had no children;

weird ye to be a Laidly Worm, And borrowed shall ye never be, Until Childe Wynd, the King's own son Come to the Heugh and thrice kiss thee; Until the world comes to an end, Borrowed shall ye never be.

Once upon a time, and a very good time it was, though it wasn't my time, or your time, or anyone else's time...

Master of all masters, get out of your barnacle and put on your squibs and crackers. For white-faced simminy has got a spark of hot cockalorum on its tail, and unless you get some pondalorum high topper mountain will be all on hot cockalorum.

The fate of the Celt in the British Empire bids fair to resemble that of the Greeks among the Romans.

Nowhere else is there so large and consistent a body of oral tradition about the national and mythical heroes as amongst the Gaels.

Certainly there is abundant evidence of the early transmission by literary means of a considerable number of drolls and folk-tales from India about the time of the Crusaders.

Soils and national characters differ, but fairy tales are the same in plot and incidents, if not in treatment.

The great problems of the Twentieth century will have immediate relation to the discoveries of America, of Africa, and of Australia.

In the Land of Ire, the belief in fairies, gnomes, ogres and monsters is all but dead; in the Land of Ind, it still flourishes in all the vigour of animism.

The successful men of action are not sufficiently self-observant to know exactly on what their success depends.

Forgiveness is the highest and most difficult of all moral lessons.