“Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.”

“First we feel. Then we fall.”

“The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.”

“Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned.”

“Mr. Duffy lived a short distance from his body.”

“One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.”

“I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.”

“Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.”

“Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid preasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor.”

“Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.”

“and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.”

“The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.”

“Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?”

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

“Life is too short to read a bad book.”

“But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.

“Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.”

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

“They lived and laughed and loved and left.”

“Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves.”

“He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.”

“A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.”

“Love loves to love love.”

“You made me confess the fears that I have. But I will tell you also what I do not fear. I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for another or to leave whatever I have to leave. And I am not afraid to make a mistake, even a great mistake, a lifelong mistake and perhaps as long as eternity too.”