The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lieftime.

Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.

Lord, heap miseries upon us yet entwine our arts with laughters low.

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.

To discover the mode of life or of art whereby my spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom.

I confess that I do not see what good it does to fulminate against the English tyranny while the Roman tyranny occupies the palace of the soul.