“Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.”
“Life is a bowl of Baci" from Crossing the Bridge of Sighs”
“Dearest, I cannot loiter herein lather like a polar bear.”
“Buck goes through a certain retrogression which brings him back to a more primitive state”
“[Poetry] strips the veil of familiarity from the world, and lays bear the naked and sleeping beauty which is the spirit of its forms.”
“The misfortunes hardest to bear are these which never came.”