“This is the way to the museyroom. Mind your boots goan out.”

“Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves.”

“That is god... A shout in the street,' Stephen answered...”

“What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? Incomplete.”

“—What is a ghost? Stephen said with tingling energy. One who has faded into impalpability through death, through absence, through change of manners.”

“Her image accompanied me even in places the most hostile to romance. On”

“He had felt proud and happy then, happy that she was his, proud of her grace and wifely carriage.”

“A region where grey twilight ever descends, never falls on wide sagegreen pasturefields, shedding her dusk, scattering a perennial dew of stars.”

“He did not want to play. He wanted to meet in the real world the unsubstantial image which his soul so constantly beheld.”

“For all their faults. I am passing out. O bitter ending! I’ll slip away before they’re up. They’ll never see. Nor know. Nor miss me.”

“Begin to forget it. It will remember itself from every sides, with all gestures in each our word. Today’s truth, tomorrow’s trend.”

“Mistakes are the portals of discovery.”

“Where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green...”

“By thinking of things you could understand them.”

“Knock knock. War's where! Which war? The Twwinns. Knock knock. Woos without! Without what? An apple. Knock knock.”

“it wounded him to think that he would never be but a shy guest at the feast of the world's culture”

“Shakespeare is the happy huntingground of all minds that have lost their balance.”

“Oh rocks!' says Molly Bloom, drumming her fingers in impatience. 'Tell us in plain words.”

“I read in that Voyages in China that the Chinese say a white man smells like a corpse.”

“His head was large, globular and oily; it sweated in all weathers; and his large round hat, set upon it sideways, looked like a bulb which had grown out of another.”

“Grace before Glutton. For what we are, gifs a gross if we are, about to believe.”

“It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained...”

“...the obscure soul of the world, a darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend.”

“If we must have a Jesus let us have a legitimate Jesus.”