He drew forth a phrase from his treasure and spoke it softly to himself: A day of dappled seaborne clouds.
The only decent people I ever saw at the racecourse were horses.
Theologians consider that it was the sin of pride, the sinful thought conceived in an instant: non serviam: I will not serve. That instant was his [Lucifer's] ruin.
A nation is the same people living in the same place.
Tenors get women by the score.
Stephen jerked his thumb towards the window, saying: — That is God. Hooray! Ay! Whrrwhee! — What? Mr Deasy asked. — A shout in the street, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders.