“All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.”

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.

Absence, the highest form of presence.

Let my country die for me.

His heart danced upon her movement like a cork upon a tide.

It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.

There’s many a true word spoken in jest.

Bury the dead. Say Robinson Crusoe was true to life. Well then Friday buried him. Every Friday buries a Thursday if you come to look at it.

Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?

I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.

Fall if you will, but rise you must.

Once you can accept the universe as matter expanding into nothing that is something, wearing stripes with plaid comes easy.

A pessimist is a man who thinks everybody is as nasty as himself, and hates them for it.

These young guys are playing checkers. I’m out there playing chess.

In heaven, all the interesting people are missing.

My books are water; those of the great geniuses is wine. Everybody drinks water.

When it is a question of money, everybody is of the same religion.

Don’t use cannon to kill musquito.

She got her looks from her father. He’s a plastic surgeon.