One believes in Stephen Dedalus as one believes in few characters in fiction.

We were making the future and hardly any of us troubled to think what future we were making. And here it is!

What really matters is what you do with what you have.

Now they stumbled in the shackles of humanity, lived in a fear that never died, fretted by a law they could not understand; their mock-human existence began in an agony, was one long internal struggle, one long dread of Moreau - and for what? It was the wantonness that stirred me.

There is no remorse like the remorse of Chess

Alone-- it is wonderful how little a man can do alone! To rob a little, to hurt a little, and there is the end.

... when the struggle seems to be drifting definitely towards a world social democracy, there may still be very great delays and disappointments before it becomes an efficient and beneficent world system. Countless people ... will hate the New World Order and will die protesting against it. When we attempt to evaluate its promise, we have to bear in mind the distress of a generation or so of malcontents, many of them quite gallant and graceful-looking people.