I, of whom I know nothing, I know my eyes are open, because of the tears that pour from them unceasingly.
Yes, light, there is no other word for it.
The only sin is the sin of being born.
Dear incomprehension, it's thanks to you I'll be myself, in the end.
Dublin university contains the cream of Ireland: Rich and thick.
What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in the immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot to come