The soul ... has a slow and dark birth$$$ more mysterious than the birth of the body. When the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality$$$ language$$$ religion. I shall try to fly by those nets.
His sensitive nature was still smarting under the lashes of an undivided and squalid way of life. His soul was still disquieted and cast down by the dull phenomenon of Dublin. He had emerged from a two years' spell of revery to find himself in the midst of a new scene$$$ every event and figure of which affected him intimately$$$ disheartened him or allured and$$$ whether alluring or disheartening$$$ filled him always with unrest and bitter thoughts.
God and religion before every thing!' Dante cried. 'God and religion before the world.' Mr Casey raised his clenched fist and brought it down on the table with a crash.'Very well then$$$' he shouted hoarsely$$$ 'if it comes to that$$$ no God for Ireland!''John! John!' cried Mr Dedalus$$$ seizing his guest by the coat sleeve. Dante stared across the table$$$ her cheeks shaking. Mr Casey struggled up from his chair and bent across the table towards her$$$ scraping the air from before his eyes with one hand as though he were tearing aside a cobweb.
God spoke to you by so many voices but you would not hear.
You made me confess the fears that I have. But I will tell you also what I do not fear. I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for another or to leave whatever I have to leave. And I am not afraid to make a mistake$$$ even a great mistake$$$ a lifelong mistake and perhaps as long as eternity too.
His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past$$$ whether in life or revery$$$ he had heard their tale before.
For books continue each other$$$ in spite of our habit of judging them separately.
No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.
Like most uneducated Englishwomen$$$ I like reading--I like reading books in the bulk.
Praise and blame alike mean nothing. No$$$ delightful as the pastime of measuring may be$$$ it is the most futile of all occupations$$$ and to submit to the decrees of the measurers the most servile of attitudes.