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.

There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being.

There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being.

The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or
behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, read more

The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or
behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out
of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.

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.

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.