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

Quote by James Joyce

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I fear those big words which make us so unhappy.

I fear those big words which make us so unhappy.

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...

Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.

Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.

A man's errors are his portals of discovery.

A man's errors are his portals of discovery.

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

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

He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as...

He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as...

A man's errors are his portals of discovery.

A man's errors are his portals of discovery.

I want to work with the top people, because only they have the courage and...

I want to work with the top people, because only they have the courage and...

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...

When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.

When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.

A nation is the same people living in the same place.

A nation is the same people living in the same place.

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

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

A man's errors are his portals of discovery.

A man's errors are his portals of discovery.

The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or...

The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or...

Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.

Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.

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.

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...

Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

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...

Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in...

Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in...