This race and this country and this life produced me, he said. I shall express myself as I am.

I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women.

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him by the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned: ----Introibo ad altare Dei.

In the particular is contained the universal.

Shaw's works make me admire the magnificent tolerance and broadmindedness of the english.

Any object, intensely regarded, may be a gate of access to the incorruptible eons of the gods.

I'd love to have the whole place swimming in roses