All men, however highly educated, retain some superstitious inklings.

With wine and food, the confidence of my own table, and the necessity of reassuring my wife, I grew by insensible degrees courageous and secure.

We are kept keen on the grindstone of pain and necessity.

Suddenly, like a thing falling upon me from without, came fear.

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

Fools make researches and wise men exploit them.

I went over the heads of the things a man reckons desirable. No doubt invisibility made it possible to get them, but it made it impossible to enjoy them when they are got.