People are bloody ignorant apes.

I hope I am not too old to take it up seriously, nor too stupid about machines to qualify as a commercial pilot. I do not feel like spending the rest of my life writing books that no one will read. It is not as though I wanted to write them.

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

For the only way one can speak of nothing is to speak of it as though it were something, just as the only way one can speak of God is to speak of him as though he were a man, which to be sure he was, in a sense, for a time, and as the only way one can speak of man, even our anthropologists have realized that, is to speak of him as though he were a termite.

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.

It is suicide to be abroad. But what it is to be at home, ... what it is to be at home? A lingering dissolution.

Over, over, there is a soft place in my heart for all that is over, no, for the being over, words have been my only loves, not many.