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

How time flies when one has fun!

The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.

For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.

The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust

My keepers, why keepers, I'm in no danger of stirring an inch, ah I see, it's to make me think I'm a prisoner, frantic with corporeality, rearing to get out and away.