No painting is more replete than Mondrian's.

To-morrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of to-day?

My work is a matter of fundamental sounds (no joke intended) made as fully as possible, and I accept responsibility for nothing else. If people want to have headaches among the overtones, let them. And provide their own aspirin.

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

As it is with the love of the body, so with the friendship of the mind, the full is only reached by admittance to the most retired places.

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

What goes by the name of love is banishment, with now and then a postcard from the homeland, such is my considered opinion, this evening.