Maxioms by James Joyce
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's errors are his portals of discovery.
A man's errors are his portals of discovery.
You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.
You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.
