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

I am still alive then. That may come in useful.

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.

Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.

Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss.

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

Where you have nothing, there you should want nothing.