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.
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.
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.
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
A man's errors are his portals of discovery.
A man's errors are his portals of discovery.
