"Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned: MIntroibo ad altare Dei."
"History, said Stephen, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake."
"I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy."
"As we read in the first chapter of Guinness'es."
"Come forth Lazarus! And he came fifth and lost the job."
"A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals to discovery."
"Do fish ever get seasick?"