The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.

Quote by James Joyce

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A man's errors are his portals of discovery.

A man's errors are his portals of discovery.

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.

Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to...

Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to...

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...

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.

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 sober is Ireland stiff.

Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.

Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.

Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.

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

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

My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.

My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.

Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he...

And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he...

Resignation is the timid sign of courage

Resignation is the timid sign of courage

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...

Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought...

Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought...

When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.

When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.

A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals...

A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals...

I've put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy...

I've put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy...

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.

I fear those big words which make us so unhappy.

I fear those big words which make us so unhappy.