To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life.

What was after the universe? Nothing. But was there anything round the universe to show where it stopped before the nothing place began?

Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.

Drugs age you after mental excitement. Lethargy then. Why? Reaction. A lifetime in a night. Gradually changes your character.

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

His eyes were dimmed with tears and, looking humbly up to heaven, he wept for the innocence he had lost.

I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame.