Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.

Though people may read more into Ulysses than I ever intended, who is to say that they are wrong: do any of us know what we are creating?Which of us can control our scribblings? They are the script of one's personality like your voice or your walk

He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life

[...] a darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend.

Love (understood as the desire of good for another) is in fact so unnatural a phenomenon that it can scarcely repeat itself the soul being unable to become virgin again and not having energy enough to cast itself out again into the ocean of another s soul.

A man's errors are his portals of discovery.

Deal with him, Hemingway!