Ineluctable modality of the visible; at least that if no more, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read.

Save the trees of Ireland for the future men of Ireland on the fair hills of Eire, O.

Signatures of all things I am here to read.

Alone, what did Bloom feel? The cold of interstellar space, thousands of degrees below freezing point or the absolute zero of Fahrenheit, Centigrade or Réaumur: the incipient intimations of proximate dawn.

I think a child should be allowed to take his father's or mother's name at will on coming of age. Paternity is a legal fiction.

I am damnably sick of Italy, Italian and Italians, outrageously, illogically sick.... I hate to think that Italians ever did anything in the way of art.... What did they do but illustrate a page or so of the New Testament! They themselves think they have a monopoly in the line. I am dead tired of their bello and bellezza.

[A writer is] a priest of eternal imagination, transmuting the daily bread of experience into the radiant body of everliving life.