Your mind will give back to you exactly what you put into it.

Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.

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

And in spite of everything, Ireland remains the brain of the Kingdom. The English, judiciously practical and ponderous, furnish the over-stuffed stomach of humanity with a perfect gadget--the water closet. The Irish, condemned to express themselves in a language not their own, have stamped on it the mark of their own genius and compete for glory with the civilized nations. This is then called English literature.

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'll tickle his catastrophe.

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