If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.

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

There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.

Habit is a great deadener.

If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.

I write about myself with the same pencil and in the same exercise book as about him. It is no longer I, but another whose life is just beginning.

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

Do we mean love, when we say love?

Birth was the death of him.

All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a handsome little sum, with a beginning and a middle and an end, as in the well-built phrase and the long sonata of the dead.

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

That's how it is on this bitch of an earth.

I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.

The tears of the world are a constant quality. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.