Love (understood as the desire of good for another) is in fact so unnatural a phenomenon that it can scarcely repeat itself, the soul being unable to become virgin again and not having energy enough to cast itself out again…
Quote by James Joyce
No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.
The actions of men are the best interpreters of their thoughts.
My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.
People Trample Over Flowers, Yet Only To Embrace A Cactus.
I fear those big words which make us so unhappy.
A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals...
Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.
Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.
Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous...
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is...
Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as...
Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that...
I think a child should be allowed to take his father's or mother's name at...
Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.
The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out...
What did that mean, to kiss? You put your face up like that to say...
When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.
A nation is the same people living in the same place.
My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.