Very gratefully, with grateful appreciation, with sincere appreciative gratitude, in appreciatively grateful sincerity of regret, he declined.

The philosophic mind inclines always to an elaborate life--the life of Goethe or of Leonardo da Vinci; but the life of the poet isintense--the life of Blake or of Dante--taking into its centre the life that surrounds it and flinging it abroad again amid planetary music.

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

When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once.

And Jesus was a Jew too. Your god. He was a Jew like me. And so was his father.

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.

The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.