Maxioms by James Joyce
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.
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some read more
I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.
A man's errors are his portals of discovery.
A man's errors are his portals of discovery.
I fear those big words which make us so unhappy.
I fear those big words which make us so unhappy.
