The studious silence of the library ... Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness.

To discover the mode of life or of art whereby my spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom.

You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.

What kind of liberation would that be to forsake an absurdity which is logical and coherent and to embrace one which is illogical and incoherent?

You behold in me, Stephen said with grim displeasure, a horrible example of free thought.

I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.

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