It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.

The demand that I make of my reader is that he should devote his whole Life to reading my works.

I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I? Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand. Would you go back to then? Just beginning then. Would you?

Like the tender fires of stars moments of their life together, that no one knew of or would ever know of, broke upon and illuminated his memory.

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.

I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.

We are bound together by the sympathy of our antipathies.