“And if he had judged her harshly? If her life were a simple rosary of hours, her life simple and strange as a bird's life, gay in the morning, restless all day, tired at sundown? Her heart simple and willful as a bird's heart?”

“Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.”

“What's in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.”

“Have read little and understood less.”

“When a man is born...there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality, language, religion. I shall try to fly by those nets.”

“As you are now so once were we.”

“The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the hillside.”

“My heart is quite calm now. I will go back.”

“But we are living in a skeptical and, if I may use the phrase, a thought-tormented age; and sometimes I fear that this new generation, educated or hypereducated as it is, will lack those qualities of humanity, of hospitality, of kindly humor which belonged to an older day..”

“He lived at a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side-glances. He had an odd autobiographical habit which led him to compose in his mind from time to time a short sentence about himself containing a subject in the third person and a verb in the past tense.”

“He lived at a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side-glances. He had an odd autobiographical habit which led him to compose in his mind from time to time a short sentence about himself containing a subject in the third person and a verb in the past tense.”

“There's no friends like the old friends.”

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

“This race and this country and this life produced me, he said. I shall express myself as I am.”

“The light music of whisky falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.”

“He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place.”

“I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.”

“Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.”

“His soul swooned softly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.”

“What incensed him the most was the blatant jokes of the ones that passed it all off as a jest, pretending to understand everything and in reality not knowing their own minds.”

“Redheaded women buck like goats.”

“Open your eyes now. I will. One moment. Has all vanished since? If I open and am for ever in the black adiaphane. Basta! I will see if I can see.

“Drugs age you after mental excitement. Lethargy then. Why? Reaction. A lifetime in a night. Gradually changes your character.”

“Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.”

“When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once…”

“Art is the human disposition of sensible or intelligible matter for an esthetic end.”

“Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo”

“Time is, time was, but time shall be no more.”

“A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk. ”

“All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light.”

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

“What did it avail to pray when he knew his soul lusted after its own destruction?”

“There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being.”

“I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women.”

“I am proud to be an emotionalist.”

“While you have a thing it can be taken from you…..but when you give it, you have given it. no robber can take it from you. It is yours then forever when you have given it. It will be yours always. That is to give. ”

“Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.”

“His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.”

“Thought is the thought of thought.”

“People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep.”

“Every bond is a bond to sorrow.”

“She respected her husband in the same way as she respected the General Post Office, as something large, secure and fixed: and though she knew the small number of his talents she appreciated his abstract value as a male.”

“What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.”

“Under cover of her silence he pressed her arm closely to his side; and, as they stood at the hotel door, he felt that they had escaped from their lives and duties, escaped from home and friends and run away together with wild and radiant hearts to a new adventure.”

“To discover the mode of life or of art whereby my spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom.”

“I think of you so often you have no idea.”

“In the particular is contained the universal.”

“Absence, the highest form of presence.”

“I'd love to have the whole place swimming in roses”

“Though their life was modest, they believed in eating well.”