Absence, the highest form of presence.

It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked looking-glass of a servant.

Some people believe that we go on living in another body after death, that we lived before. They call it reincarnation. That we all lived before on the earth thousands of years ago or on some other planet. They say we have forgotten it. Some say they remember their past lives.

All fiction is autobiographical fantasy.

Time's ruins build eternity's mansions.

It seems to me you do not care what banality a man expresses so long as he expresses it in Irish.

If he had smiled why would he have smiled? To reflect that each one who enters imagines himself to be the first to enter whereas he is always the last term of a preceding series even if the first term of a succeeding one, each imagining himself to be first, last, only and alone whereas he is neither first nor last nor only nor alone in a series originating in and repeated to infinity.