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King Solomon says in Proverbs that there is nothing new under the sun.

When the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flown at it to hold it back from flight.

How mingled and imperfect are all our sublunary joys!

A light wind passed his brow, fanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of anxiety in his eyes.

Wipe your glasses with what you know.

The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lieftime.

The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed.

Quotations every day of the year.

Let people get fond of each other: lure them on. Then tear asunder.

The mocker is never taken seriously when he is most serious.

Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.

Well, you know or don't you kennet or haven't I told you every
telling has a taling and that's the he and the she of it.

It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked lookingglass of a servant.

And Jesus was a Jew too. Your god. He was a Jew like me. And so was his father.

I think a child should be allowed to take his father's or mother's name at will on coming of age. Paternity is a legal fiction.

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

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

Death, a cause of terror to the sinner, is a blessed moment for him who has walked in the right path.

Damn it, I can understand a fellow being hard up but what I can't understand is a fellow sponging. Couldn't he have some spark of manhood about him?

In the particular is contained the universal.

Shaw's works make me admire the magnificent tolerance and broadmindedness of the english.

No one would think he'd make such a beautiful corpse.

We were always loyal to lost causes...Success for us is the death of the intellect and of the imagination. ~ Professor MacHugh

Were all important in god's eyes.

He had to undress and then kneel and say his own prayers before the gas was lowered so that he might not go to hell when he died.

Here Comes Everybody.

I think of you so often you have no idea.

(...) and, as a matter of fict, by my halfwife, (...)

- I'm a believer in universal brotherhood, said Temple, glancing about him out of his dark oval eyes. Marx is only a bloody cod.

There was cold sunlight outside the window.

Date a girl who reads

I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.

Absence, the highest form of presence.

What proposal did Bloom, diambulist, father of Milly, somnambulist, make to Stephen, noctambulist?

Ireland sober is Ireland stiff. Lord help you, Maria, full of grease, the load is with me! Your prayers. I sonht zo! Madammangut!

Save the trees of Ireland for the future men of Ireland on the fair hills of Eire, O.

Lord, heap miseries upon us yet entwine our arts with laughters low.

What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.

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

Early morning: set off at dawn. Travel round in front of the sun, steal a day's march on him. Keep it up for ever never grow a day older technically.

Justice it means but it's everybody eating everyone else. That's what life is after all.

The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue...

She was well primed with a good load of Delahunt's port under her bellyband.

For all their faults. I am passing out. O bitter ending! I'll slip away before they're up. They'll never see. Nor know. Nor miss me.

Phall if you but will, rise you must.

Some people, says Bloom, can see the mote in others' eyes but they can't see the beam in their own.

Read your own obituary notice; they say you live longer. Gives you second wind. New lease of life.

We who live under heaven, we of the clovery kindgom, we middlesins people have often watched the sky overreaching the land.

Gone too from the world, Averroes and Moses Maimonides,

Slow eyes and parted lips gave her the appearance of a woman who did not know where she was or where she was going.

Their tunics bloodbright in a lampglow, black sockets of caps on their blond cropped polls.

And with that he took the bloody old towser by the scruff of the neck and by Jesus he near throttled him.

If Ireland is to become a new Ireland she must first become European.

I want to give a picture of Dublin so complete that if the city suddenly disappeared from the earth it could be reconstructed out of my book.

Skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher, gathering about his legs the loose folds of his

All fiction is autobiographical fantasy.

A headland, a ship, a sail upon the billows. Farewell. A lovely girl, her veil awave upon the wind upon the headland, wind around her.

Rapid motion through space elates one; so does notoriety; so does the possession of money.

A woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out.

Oh Ireland my first and only love
Where Christ and Caesar are hand in glove!

Bury the dead. Say Robinson Crusoe was true to life. Well then Friday buried him. Every Friday buries a Thursday if you come to look at it.

Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.

Old father, old artificer, stand me now and ever in good stead.

Hell is the centre of evils and, as you know, things are more intense at their centres than at their remotest points.

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

The world is before you

I'll tickle his catastrophe.

I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women.

What? Corpus. Body. Corpse. Good idea the Latin. Stupifies them first. Hospice for the dying. They don't seem to chew it; only swallow it down.

My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out.

I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy.

Do you feel how profound that is because you are a poet?

preacher's tone:

We are foolish, comic, motionless, corrupted, yet we are worthy of sympathy too.

Interpretations of interpretations interpreted.

Will ye, ay or nay?

We are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways.

Very gratefully, with grateful appreciation, with sincere appreciative gratitude, in appreciatively grateful sincerity of regret, he declined.

God made food; the devil the cooks.

This race and this country and this life produced me, he said I shall express myself as I am.

Oh rocks!' says Molly Bloom, drumming her fingers in impatience. 'Tell us in plain words.

Even if we are often led to desire through the sense of beauty can you say that the beautiful is what we desire?

We wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die:

Frequent and violent temptations were a proof that the citadel of the soul had not fallen and that the devil raged to make it fall.

What did it avail to pray when he knew his soul lusted after its own destruction?

They used to drive a stake of wood through his heart in the grave. As if it wasn't broken already. Yet sometimes they repent too late.
Ulysses

There was no doubt about it: if you wanted to succeed you had to go away. You could do nothing in Dublin.

He faced about and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the awaking mountains.

The studious silence of the library ... Tranquil brightness.

Mistakes are the portals of discovery.

Too excited to be genuinely happy

Phall if you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the pahrce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish.

There is an art in lighting a fire. We have the liberal arts and we have the useful arts. This is one of the useful arts.

It was very big to think about everything and everywhere. Only God
could do that.

What was after the universe?
Nothing. But was there anything round the universe to show where it stopped before the nothing place began?

I am, a stride at a time

The apprehensive faculty must be scrutinised in action.

No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination

When I find a lady who is content with her own picture I will send a bouquet to the Pope

Hump for humbleness, dump for dirts.