I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame.

(...) You cruel creature, little mite of a thing with a heart the size of a fullstop.

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.

People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep.

No one who has any self-respect stays in Ireland, but flees afar as though from a country that has undergone the visitation of an angered Jove.

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.

Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.