Sentimentality Is Unearned Emotion.

The State Is Concentric, But The Individual Is Eccentric.

Hold To The Now, The Here, Through Which All Future Plunges To The Past.

Stately, Plump Buck Mulligan Came From The Stairhead, Bearing A Bowl Of Lather On Which A Mirror And A Razor Lay Crossed.

Evening Had Fallen. A Rim Of The Young Moon Cleft The Pale Waste Of Sky Line, The Rim Of A Silver Hoop Embedded In Grey Sand: And The Tide Was Flowing In Fast To The Land With A Low Whisper Of Her Waves, Islanding A Few Last Figures In Distant Pools.

The Men That Is Now Is Only All Palaver And What They Can Get Out Of You.