Sentimentality is unearned emotion.
Signatures of all things I am here to read.
The State is concentric, but the individual is eccentric.
Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him by the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned: ----Introibo ad altare Dei.
I'd love to have the whole place swimming in roses