Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.

Quote by James Joyce

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What did that mean, to kiss? You put your face up like that to say...

What did that mean, to kiss? You put your face up like that to say...

I fear those big words which make us so unhappy.

I fear those big words which make us so unhappy.

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...

When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.

When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.

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...

No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.

No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.

Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is...

Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is...

Irresponsibility is part of the pleasure of all art; it is the part the schools...

Irresponsibility is part of the pleasure of all art; it is the part the schools...

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...

Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.

Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.

There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as...

There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as...

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.

Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

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...

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...

People Trample Over Flowers, Yet Only To Embrace A Cactus.

People Trample Over Flowers, Yet Only To Embrace A Cactus.

My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.

My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.

Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.

Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.

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

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

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.