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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If Ireland is to become a new Ireland she must first become European.

If Ireland is to become a new Ireland she must first become European.

Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment.

Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment.

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...

Nations have their ego, just like individuals.

Nations have their ego, just like individuals.

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.

When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.

When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.

Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

A man's errors are his portals of discovery.

A man's errors are his portals of discovery.

I fear those big words which make us so unhappy.

I fear those big words which make us so unhappy.

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.

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...

Resignation is the timid sign of courage

Resignation is the timid sign of courage

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...

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.

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...

Her companionship was like a warm soil about an exotic.

Her companionship was like a warm soil about an exotic.

Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.

Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.

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.

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

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