Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not. - James Joyce

If I gave it all up immediately, I'd lose my immortality. I've put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that's the only way of insuring one's immortality.

All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light.

The barometer of his emotional nature was set for a spell of riot.