Finality is death. Perfection is finality. Nothing is perfect. There are lumps in it. — James Stephens Copy Share Image
“Finality is death. Perfection is finality. Nothing is perfect. There are lumps in it, said the Philosopher.” — James Stephens Copy Share Image
“Even the wind had ceased, and there seemed to be nothing in the world but the darkness and himself. In that gigantic blackness, in… — James Stephens Copy Share
A Leprecaun without a pot of gold is like a rose without perfume, a bird without a wing, or an inside without an outside. — James Stephens Copy Share
Originality does not consist in saying what no one has ever said before, but in saying exactly what you think yourself. — James Stephens Copy Share
The duty of a lyrical poet is not to express or explain, it is to intensify life. — James Stephens Copy Share
A man and a woman may become quite intimate in a quarter of an hour. Almost certainly will they endeavour to explain themselves to… — James Stephens Copy Share
“The toxin generates the anti-toxin. The end lies concealed in the beginning. All bodies grow around a skeleton. Life is a petticoat about death.” — James Stephens Copy Share
“But outside of the North of Ireland there is no religious question, and in the North it is fundamentally more political than religious.” — James Stephens Copy Share
Tell me your past, my beloved, for a man is his past, and is to be known by it. — James Stephens Copy Share
Finality is death. Perfection is finality. Nothing is perfect. There are lumps in it. — James Stephens Copy Share
Life runs to death as its goal, and we should go towards that next stage of experience either carelessly as to what must be,… — James Stephens Copy Share
Women and birds are able to see without turning their heads, and that is indeed a necessary provision for they are both surrounded by… — James Stephens Copy Share
