Her companionship was like a warm soil about an exotic.
Quote by James Joyce
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that...
Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.
Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.
If Ireland is to become a new Ireland she must first become European.
'History,' Stephen said, 'is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake
The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or...
A nation is the same people living in the same place.
Love (understood as the desire of good for another) is in fact so unnatural a...
Irresponsibility is part of the pleasure of all art; it is the part the schools...
My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.
People Trample Over Flowers, Yet Only To Embrace A Cactus.
When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.
My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.
Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment.
There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as...
He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as...
I fear those big words which make us so unhappy.
Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous...
Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in...