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.

Quote by James Joyce

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A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals...

A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals...

A man's errors are his portals of discovery.

A man's errors are his portals of discovery.

I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what...

I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what...

I've put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy...

I've put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy...

You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is...

You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is...

The actions of men are the best interpreters of their thoughts.

The actions of men are the best interpreters of their thoughts.

Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that...

Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that...

Love (understood as the desire of good for another) is in fact so unnatural a...

Love (understood as the desire of good for another) is in fact so unnatural a...

I think a child should be allowed to take his father's or mother's name at...

I think a child should be allowed to take his father's or mother's name at...

A man's errors are his portals of discovery.

A man's errors are his portals of discovery.

Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to...

Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to...

A man's errors are his portals of discovery.

A man's errors are his portals of discovery.

A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

The demand that I make of my reader is that he should devote his whole...

The demand that I make of my reader is that he should devote his whole...

Nations have their ego, just like individuals.

Nations have their ego, just like individuals.

Men are governed by lines of intellect - women: by curves of emotion.

Men are governed by lines of intellect - women: by curves of emotion.

Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.

Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.

If Ireland is to become a new Ireland she must first become European.

If Ireland is to become a new Ireland she must first become European.

Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment.

Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment.

The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out...

The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out...