Maxioms by James Joyce
I fear those big words which make us so unhappy.
I fear those big words which make us so unhappy.
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out of you.
The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out of you.
My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.
My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.
Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with read more
Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.
