Tears and laughter, they are so much Gaelic to me.

But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.

I don't know why I told this story. I could just as well have told another. Perhaps some other time I'll be able to tell another. Living souls, you will see how alike they are.

I, of whom I know nothing, I know my eyes are open, because of the tears that pour from them unceasingly.

There's no lack of void.

Do you always believe in the life to come? Mine was always that.

The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.