A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.

Thought is the thought of thought.

Love between man and man is impossible because there must not be sexual intercourse and friendship between man and woman is impossible because there must be sexual intercourse.

The State is concentric, but the individual is eccentric.

The light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.

The only decent people I ever saw at the racecourse were horses.

The studious silence of the library ... Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness.