Maxioms by James Joyce
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.
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.
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.
My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.
My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.
