Adapt or perish, now as ever, is nature's inexorable imperative.

One believes in Stephen Dedalus as one believes in few characters in fiction.

It is when suffering finds a voice and sets our nerves quivering that this pity comes troubling us.

It sounds plausible enough tonight, but wait until tomorrow. Wait for the common sense of the morning.

I came out for exercise, gentle exercise, and to notice the scenery and to botanise. And no sooner do I get on that accursed machine than off I go hammer and tongs; I never look to right or left, never notice a flower, never see a view - get hot, juicy, red - like a grilled chop. Get me on that machine and I have to go. I go scorching along the road, and cursing aloud at myself for doing it.

Crime and bad lives are the measure of a State's failure, all crime in the end is the crime of the community.

Arson, after all, is an artificial crime...A large number of houses deserve to be burnt.