James Joyce

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.

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.

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.

Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.

Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.