Frequent and violent temptations were a proof that the citadel of the soul had not fallen and that the devil raged to make it fall.

Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment.

When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I makes water I makes water.

I shall write a book some day about the appropriateness of names. Geoffrey Chaucer has a ribald ring, as is proper and correct, and Alexander Pope was inevitably Alexander Pope. Colley Cibber was a silly little man without much elegance and Shelley was very Percy and very Bysshe.

I could call my wandering thoughts together. I had hardly any patience with the serious work of life which, now that it stood between me and my desire, seemed to me child's play, ugly monotonous child's play.

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

A woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out.