My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Eternity! O, dread and dire word. Eternity! What mind of man can understand it?” — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“It is a curious thing, do you know, Cranly said dispassionately, how your mind is supersaturated with the religion in which you… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“O, undoubtedly yes, and very potable so, but one who deeper thinks will always bear in the baccbuccus of his mind that… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“however, he brought to mind instances of cultured fellows that promised so brilliantly nipped in the bud of premature decay and nobody… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Pity is the feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of whatesoever is grave and constant in human sufferings and unites… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Pride and hope and desire like crushed herbs in his heart sent up vapours of maddening incense before the eyes of his… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“The tall form of the young professor of mental science discussing on the landing a case of conscience with his class like… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Every age must look for its sanction to its poetry and philosophy, for in these the human mind, as it looks backward… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Mother indulgent. Said I have a queer mind and have read too much. Not true. Have read little and understood less.” — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“...the modern mind...is interested above all in subtleties, equivocations and the subterranean complexities which dominate the average man and compose his life…modern… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
The philosophic mind inclines always to an elaborate life--the life of Goethe or of Leonardo da Vinci; but the life of the… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Natural parents should bear in mind that the more supplementaries their children find, at school or elsewhere, the better they will know… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“The feelings excited by improper art are kinetic, desire or loathing. Desire urges us to posses, to go to something; loathing urges… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Pity is the feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of whatsoever is grave and constant in human sufferings and unites… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
A dim antagonism gathered force within him and darkened his mind as a cloud against her disloyalty: and when it passed, cloudlike,… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Then Nuvoletta reflected for the last time in her little long life and she made up all her myriads of drifting minds… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“An abyss of fortune or of temperament sundered him from them. His mind seemed older than theirs: it shone coldly on their… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“His mind seemed older than theirs: it shone coldly on their strifes and happiness and regrets like a moon upon a younger… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible. — James Joyce Copy Share
Our civilization, bequeathed to us by fierce adventurers, eaters of meat and hunters, is so full of hurry and combat, so busy about many… — James Joyce Copy Share
Shaw's works make me admire the magnificent tolerance and broadmindedness of the english. — James Joyce Copy Share
“Do you know what Ireland is?' asked Stephen with cold violence. 'Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.” — James Joyce Copy Share
The studious silence of the library ... Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness. — James Joyce Copy Share
“two cronies drank to the memory of their past. An abyss of fortune or of temperament sundered him from them. His mind seemed older… — James Joyce Copy Share
He passes, struck by the stare of truculent Wellington but in the convex mirror grin unstruck the bonham eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of Jollypoldy… — James Joyce Copy Share
I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame. — James Joyce Copy Share
In woman's womb word is made flesh but in the spirit of the maker all flesh that passes becomes the word that shall not… — James Joyce Copy Share
Though people may read more into Ulysses than I ever intended, who is to say that they are wrong: do any of us know… — James Joyce Copy Share
