History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.

Children must be educated by love, not punishment.

I am proud to be an emotionalist.

What did it avail to pray when he knew his soul lusted after its own destruction?

Her image had passed into his soul for ever and no word had broken the holy silence of his ecstasy. Her eyes had called him and his soul had leaped at the call. To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life! A wild angel had appeared to him, the angel of mortal youth and beauty, an envoy from the fair courts of life, to throw open before him in an instant of ecstasy the gates of all the ways of error and glory. On and on and on and on!

A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.