And when all was said and done the lies a fellow told about himself couldn't probably hold a proverbial candle to the wholesale whoppers other fellows coined about him.
You behold in me, Stephen said with grim displeasure, a horrible example of free thought.
Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.
That ideal reader suffering from an ideal insomnia.
My puns are not trivial. They are quadrivial
The studious silence of the library ... Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness.