His eyes were dimmed with tears and, looking humbly up to heaven, he wept for the innocence he had lost.
There's no friends like the old friends.
The light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.
The mocker is never taken seriously when he is most serious.
Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.