People Trample Over Flowers, Yet Only To

Mr Leopold Bloom Ate With Relish The Inner Organs Of Beasts And Fowls. He Liked Thick Giblet Soup, Nutty Gizzards, A Stuffed Roast Heart, Liverslices Fried With Crustcrumbs, Fried Hencods' Roes. Most Of All He Liked Grilled Mutton Kidneys Which Gave To His Palate A Fine Tang Of Faintly Scented Urine.

An Irishman Needs Three Things : Silence, Cunnning, And Exile.

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.

The Sea, The Snotgreen Sea, The Scrotumtightening Sea.

There Is Not Past, No Future; Everything Flows In An Eternal Present.