To make ideas effective, we must be able to fire them off. We must put them into action.

Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.

Love and religion! thought Clarissa, going back into the drawing room, tingling all over. How detestable, how detestable they are!

[Ulysses is] the work of a queasy undergraduate scratching his pimples.

A light here required a shadow there.

Women have burnt like beacons in all the works of all the poets from the beginning of time.

Outside the trees dragged their leaves like nets through the depths of the air; the sound of water was in the room and through the waves came the voices of birds singing.