Yet some natures are too good to be spoiled by praise, and wherever the vein of thought reaches down into the profound, there is n...o danger from vanity. Solemn friends will warn them of the danger of the head's being turned by the flourish of trumpets, but they can afford to smile.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
No man is quite sane; each has a vein of folly in his composition, a slight determination of blood to the head, to make sure of ho...lding him hard to some one point which nature has taken to heart.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
To become a celebrity is to become a brand name. There is Ivory Soap, Rice Krispies, and Philip Roth. Ivory is the soap that float...s; Rice Krispies the breakfast cereal that goes snap-crackle-pop; Philip Roth the Jew who masturbates with a piece of liver.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I always looked to about thirty as the barrier of any real or fierce delight in the passions, and determined to work them out in t...he younger ore and better veins of the mine--and I flatter myself (perhaps) that I have pretty well done so--and now the dross is coming.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Lady, three white leopards sat under a juniper-tree In the cool of the day, having fed to satiety... On my legs my heart my liver and that which had been contained In the hollow round of my skull. And God said Shall these bones live? shall these Bones live?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The menu was stewed liver and rice, fricassee of bones, and shredded dog biscuit. The dinner was greatly appreciated; the guests a...te until they could eat no more, and Elisha Dyer's dachshund so overtaxed its capacities that it fell unconscious by its plate and had to be carried home.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But the body fails us and the mirror knows, and we no longer insist that the gray hush be carried off its surface by the cloth, fo...r we have run to fat, and wrinkles encircle the eyes and notch the neck where the skin wattles, and the flesh of the arms hangs loose like an overlarge sleeve, veins thicken like ropes and empurple the body as though they had been drawn there by a pen, freckles darken, liver spots appear, the hair ... ah, the hair is exhausted and gray and lusterless, in weary rolls like cornered lint.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A life-worshipper's philosophy is comprehensive.... He is at one moment a positivist and at another a mystic: now haunted by the t...hought of death ... and now a Dionysian child of nature; now a pessimist and now, with a change of lover or liver or even the weather, an exuberant believer that God's in his heaven and all's right with the world.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
--I am the resurrection and the life. That touches a man's inmost heart. --It does, Mr Bloom said.... Your heart perhaps but what price the fellow in the six feet by two with his toes to the daisies? No touching that. Seat of the affections. Broken heart. A pump after all, pumping thousands of gallons of blood every day. One fine day it gets bunged up: and there you are. Lots of them lying around here: lungs, hearts, livers. Old rusty pumps: damn the thing else. The resurrection and the life. Once you are dead you are dead. That last day idea. Knocking them all up out of their graves. Come forth, Lazarus! And he came fifth and lost the job. Get up! Last day! Then every fellow mousing around for his liver and his lights and the rest of his traps. Find damn all of himself that morning.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »