The Tuesday scowls, the Wednesday growls, the Thursday curses, the Friday howls, the Saturday snores, the Sunday yawns, the Monday morns, the Monday morns. The whacks, the moans, the cracks, the groans, the welts, the squeaks, the belts, the shrieks, the pricks, the prayers, the kicks, the tears, the skelps, and the yelps.

I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.

Dublin university contains the cream of Ireland: Rich and thick.

Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.

Our vulgar perception is not concerned with other than vulgar phenomena.

But I know what darkness is, it accumulates, thickens, then suddenly bursts and drowns everything.