Oh Ireland my first and only love Where Christ and Caesar are hand in glove! - James Joyce

If he had smiled why would he have smiled? To reflect that each one who enters imagines himself to be the first to enter whereas he is always the last term of a preceding series even if the first term of a succeeding one, each imagining himself to be first, last, only and alone whereas he is neither first nor last nor only nor alone in a series originating in and repeated to infinity.

Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.

How soft, how sad his voice is ever calling,
Ever unanswered, and the dark rain falling,