Do we mean love, when we say love? |
If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love. |
We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much? |
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo. |
If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window. |
James Joyce was a synthesizer, trying to bring in as much as he could. I am an analyzer, trying to leave out as much as I can. |
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. |
There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet. |
Words are all we have. |
No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found. |
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. |
They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more. |
Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better. |
You're on earth. There's no cure for that. |
Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards. |
It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old down all the unchanging days, and die one day like any other day, only shorter. |
Dublin university contains the cream of Ireland: Rich and thick. |
We are all born mad. Some remain so. |
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes. |
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world. |