O thanks be to the great God I got somebody to give me what I badly wanted to put some heart up into me youve no chances at all inthis place like you used long ago I wish somebody would write me a loveletter.

I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me.

All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.

Theologians consider that it was the sin of pride, the sinful thought conceived in an instant: non serviam: I will not serve. That instant was his [Lucifer's] ruin.

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

One of the things I could never get accustomed to in my youth was the difference I found between life and literature.

In the particular is contained the universal.