“In the particular is contained the universal.”

I’ve put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that’s the only way of insuring one’s immortality.

The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.

The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.

White pudding and eggs and sausages and cups of tea! How simple and beautiful was life after all!

There’s no friends like the old friends.

There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.

Jesus was a bachelor and never lived with a woman. Surely living with a woman is one of the most difficult things a man has to do, and he never did it.

Thought is the thought of thought.

Every jackass going the roads thinks he has ideas.

Ask no questions and you’ll hear no lies.

Love loves to love love.

Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.

An Irishman needs three things : silence, cunnning, and exile.

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.

We are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways.

Time’s ruins build eternity’s mansions.