The sky sinks in the morning, this fact has been insufficiently observed.

Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.

The search for the means to put an end to things, an end to speech, is what enables the discourse to continue.

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.

Love requited is a short circuit.

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