James Joyce quotes
People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus. 
Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home. 
Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead. 
He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music. 
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.