“For myself, I always write about Dublin, because if I can get to the heart of Dublin I can get to the heart of all the cities of the world. In the particular is contained the universal.”

“Oblige me by taking away that knife. I can't look at the point of it. It reminds me of Roman history.”

“It was hard work-a hard life-but now that she was about to leave it she did not find it a wholly undesirable life.”

“God spoke to you by so many voices but you would not hear.”

“I am quite content to go down to posterity as a scissors and paste man for that seems to me a harsh but not unjust description”

“Your mind will give back exactly what you put into it.”

“What? Corpus. Body. Corpse. Good idea the Latin. Stupifies them first. Hospice for the dying. They don't seem to chew it; only swallow it down.”

“No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination”

“He is cured by faith who is sick of fate.”

“What is better than to sit at the end of the day and drink wine with friends, or substitutes for friends?”

“The barometer of his emotional nature was set for a spell of riot.”

“I am not afraid to make a mistake, even a great mistake, a lifelong mistake and perhaps as long as eternity too.”

“Does nobody understand?”

“Eternity! O, dread and dire word. Eternity! What mind of man can understand it?”

“I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.”

“I had never spoken to her, except for a few casual words, and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.”

“he said it was sweeter and thicker than cows then he wanted to milk me into the tea...”

“Good puzzle would be cross Dublin without passing a pub.”

“The end he had been born to serve yet did not see had led him to escape by an unseen path and now it beckoned to him once more and a new adventure was about to be opened to him.”

“He longed to be master of her strange mood.”

“—I think he died for me, she answered.”

“Some people, says Bloom, can see the mote in others' eyes but they can't see the beam in their own.”

“An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most mollificative suadency for juveniles amatory whom the odoriferous flambeaus of the paranymphs have escorted to the quadrupedal proscenium of connubial communion.”

“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.”

“I am, a stride at a time”

“What dreams would he have, not seeing. Life a dream for him. Where is the justice being born that way?”

“Stuff it into you, his belly counselled him.”

“Know all men, he said, time's ruins build eternity's mansions.”

“Mother indulgent. Said I have a queer mind and have read too much. Not true. Have read little and understood less.”

“...like his own rare thoughts, a chemistry of stars.”

“You have asked me what I would do and what I would not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe whether it call itself my home, my fatherland or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use--silence, exile, and cunning.”

“Michael Robartes remembers forgotten beauty and, when his arms wrap her round, he presses in his arms the loveliness which has long faded from the world. Not this. Not at all. I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.”

“It could not be a wall but there could be a thin thin line there all round everything.”

“If we were all suddenly somebody else.”

“Love me. Love my umbrella.”

“Each imagining himself to be the first last and only alone, whereas he is neither first last nor last nor only not alone in a series originating in and repeated to infinity.”

“The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out of you.”

“Horseness is the whatness of allhorse. Streams of tendency and eons they worship. God: noise in the street: very peripatetic.”

“His eyes were dimmed with tears and, looking humbly up to heaven, he wept for the innocence he had lost.”

“It is a curious thing, do you know, Cranly said dispassionately, how your mind is supersaturated with the religion in which you say you disbelieve.”

“Only big words for ordinary things on account of the sound.”

“With will will we withstand, withsay.”

“School and home seem to recede from us and their influences upon us seemed to wane.”

“The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed.”

“The leaning of sophists toward the bypaths of apocrypha is a constant quantity. The highroads are dreary but they lead to the town.”

“The cold air stung us and we played till our bodies glowed.”

“We who live under heaven, we of the clovery kindgom, we middlesins people have often watched the sky overreaching the land.”

“Bite my laughters, drink my tears. Pore into me, volumes, spell me stark and spill me swooning, I just don’t care what my thwarters think.”

“Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.”

“Thanks be to God we lived so long and did so much good.”