No one who has any self-respect stays in Ireland, but flees afar as though from a country that has undergone the visitation of an angered Jove.

When I die Dublin will be written on my heart.

He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible.

In the particular is contained the universal.

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

Old father, old artificer, stand me now and ever in good stead.

What is better than to sit at the end of the day and drink wine with friends, or substitutes for friends?