Maxioms by James Joyce
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.
A man's errors are his portals of discovery.
A man's errors are his portals of discovery.
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.
Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to discover America.
Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to discover America.
