The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out of you.

I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy.

And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes.

He drew forth a phrase from his treasure and spoke it softly to himself: A day of dappled seaborne clouds.

The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring. Paintings of Moreau are paintings of ideas. The deepest poetry of Shelley, the words of Hamlet bring our mind into contact with the eternal wisdom; Plato's world of ideas. All the rest is the speculation of schoolboys for schoolboys.

Frequent and violent temptations were a proof that the citadel of the soul had not fallen and that the devil raged to make it fall.

Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.