Do you know what a pearl is and what an opal is? My soul when you came sauntering to me first through those sweet summer evenings was beautiful but with the pale passionless beauty of a pearl. Your love has passed through me and now I feel my mind something like an opal, that is, full of strange uncertain hues and colours, of warm lights and quick shadows and of broken music.

To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life.

Tenors get women by the score.

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.

A woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out.

All human history moves towards one great goal

What's in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.