Maxioms by James Joyce
My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.
My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.
A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
Men are governed by lines of intellect - women: by curves of emotion.
Men are governed by lines of intellect - women: by curves of emotion.
A man's errors are his portals of discovery.
A man's errors are his portals of discovery.
I fear those big words which make us so unhappy.
I fear those big words which make us so unhappy.
