But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.
They lived and laughed and loved and left.
To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.
Men are governed by lines of intellect – women: by curves of emotion.
We are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways.
The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed.
You get a decent do at the Brazen Head.
I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I? Can’t bring back time. Like holding water in your hand. Would you go back to then? Just beginning then. Would you?
Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.
Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to discover America.
All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.
Very gratefully, with grateful appreciation, with sincere appreciative gratitude, in appreciatively grateful sincerity of regret, he declined.
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid preasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor.
The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is infinite of space: and swiftly, silently the sound is wafted over regions of cycles of cycles of generations that have lived.
I have left my book, I have left my room, For I heard you singing Through the gloom.
Though their life was modest, they believed in eating well.
I wanted real adventures to happen to myself. But real adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home: they must be sought abroad.
What is better than to sit at the end of the day and drink wine with friends, or substitutes for friends?
Old father, old artificer, stand me now and ever in good stead.