A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you'd think misfortune would get tired, but then time is your misfortune.

Because no battle is ever won, he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philos…

Clocks slay time. Time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.

Dilsey stroked Ben's head, slowly and steadily, smoothing the bang upon his brow. He wailed quietly, unhurriedly. 'Hush,' Dilsey said. 'Hush, now. We be gone i…

The years like great black oxen tread the world, And God the herdsman goads them on behind, And I am broken by their passing feet.

The lyf so short, the craft so longe to lerne. Th' assay so hard, so sharp the conquerynge, The dredful joye, alwey that slit so yerne; Al this mene I be love.

These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain.