Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.

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...

Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.

Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.

Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.

Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.

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...

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.

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.

Love between man and man is impossible because there must not be sexual intercourse and...

Love between man and man is impossible because there must not be sexual intercourse and...

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...

Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.

Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.

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...

When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.

When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.

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...

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.

'History,' Stephen said, 'is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake

'History,' Stephen said, 'is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake

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...

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...

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...

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.

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

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