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

Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned.

Very gratefully, with grateful appreciation, with sincere appreciative gratitude, in appreciatively grateful sincerity of regret, he declined.

Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.

Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.

White pudding and eggs and sausages and cups of tea! How simple and beautiful was life after all!

But we are living in a sceptical and, if I may use the phrase, a thought-tormented age: and sometimes I fear that this new generation, educated or hyper-educated as it is, will lack those qualities of humanity, of hospitality, of kindly humour which belonged to an older day.