You can still die when the sun is shining.

All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light.

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

Stephen jerked his thumb towards the window, saying: — That is God. Hooray! Ay! Whrrwhee! — What? Mr Deasy asked. — A shout in the street, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders.

He asked himself what is a woman standing on the stairs in the shadow, listening to distant music, a symbol of. If he were a painter he would paint her in that attitude. Her blue felt hat would show off the bronze of her hair against the darkness and the dark panels of her skirt would show off the light ones. Distant Music he would call the picture if he were a painter.

If there is any difficulty in what I write, it is because of the material I use. The thought is always simple.

The studious silence of the library ... Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness.