Maxioms by James Joyce
A man's errors are his portals of discovery.
A man's errors are his 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.
Never let us do wrong, because our opponents did so. Let us, rather, by doing right, show them what they read more
Never let us do wrong, because our opponents did so. Let us, rather, by doing right, show them what they ought to have done, and establish a rule the dictates of reason and conscience, rather than of the angry passions.
Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that in her eyes he would read more
Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that in her eyes he would ascent to an angelical stature; and, as he attached the fervent nature of his companion more and more closely to him, he heard the strange impersonal voice which he recognised as his own, insisting on the soul's incurable lonliness. We cannot give ourselves, it said: we are our own.
My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.
My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.
