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

Quote by James Joyce

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Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.

Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.

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...

Nations have their ego, just like individuals.

Nations have their ego, just like individuals.

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...

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...

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 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...

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...

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...

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...

Her companionship was like a warm soil about an exotic.

Her companionship was like a warm soil about an exotic.

Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than...

Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than...

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.

A man's errors are his portals of discovery.

A man's errors are his portals of discovery.

Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous...

Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous...

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.

Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.

Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.

I've learned that true friendship continues to grow, Even over the longest distance. Same goes...

I've learned that true friendship continues to grow, Even over the longest distance. Same goes...