“The artist, like the God of creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence,… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
A Classical style... is the syllogism of art, the only legitimate process from one world to another. Classicism is not the manner… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
I am not likely to die of bashfulness but neither am I prepared to be crucified to attest the perfection of my… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“You have asked me what I would do and what I would not do. I will tell you what I will do… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Human society is the embodiment of changeless laws which the whimsicalities and circumstances of men and women involve and overwrap. The realm… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“You have asked me what I would do and what I would not do. I will tell you what I will do… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“The esthetic image in the dramatic form is life purified in and reprojected from the human imagination. The mystery of esthetic, like… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
I am damnably sick of Italy, Italian and Italians, outrageously, illogically sick.... I hate to think that Italians ever did anything in… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring. Paintings of Moreau are… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“No man, said the Nolan, can be a lover of the true or the good unless he abhors the multitude; and the… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“The tragic emotion, in fact, is a face looking two ways, towards terror and towards pity, both of which are phases of… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What beautiful is is another question” — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Thought and plot are not so important as some would make them out to be. The object of any work of art… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
An improper art aims at exciting in the way of comedy the feeling of desire but the feeling which is proper to… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
The personality of the artist, at first a cry or a cadence or a mood and then a fluid, and lambent narrative,… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Art, said Stephen, is the human disposition of sensible or intelligible matter for an esthetic end.” — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“To speak of these things and to try to understand their nature and, having understood it, to try slowly and humbly and… — 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
“The mystery of esthetic like that of material creation is accomplished. The artist, like the god of the creation, remains within or… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Look here, Cranly, he said. You have asked me what I would do and what I would not do. I will tell… — 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 Image
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 Image
Shaw's works make me admire the magnificent tolerance and broadmindedness of the english. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Do you know what Ireland is?' asked Stephen with cold violence. 'Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.” — James Joyce Copy Share Image
The studious silence of the library ... Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
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 Image
