It seems to me you do not care what banality a man expresses so long as he expresses it in Irish. — 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
Save the trees of Ireland for the future men of Ireland on the fair hills of Eire, O. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Oh Ireland my first and only love Where Christ and Caesar are hand in glove! — James Joyce Copy Share Image
No one who has any self-respect stays in Ireland, but flees afar as though from a country that has undergone the visitation… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“I seriously believe that you will retard the course of civilisation in Ireland by preventing the Irish people from having one good… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
For myself, I always write about Dublin, because if I can get to the heart of Dublin I can get to the… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
The Irish are people who will never have leaders, for at the great moment they always desert them. They have produced one… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
When the Irishman is found outside of Ireland in another environment, he very often becomes a respected man. The economic and intellectual… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
And in spite of everything, Ireland remains the brain of the Kingdom. The English, judiciously practical and ponderous, furnish the over-stuffed stomach… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Everything in Paris is gay," said Ignatius Gallaher. "They believe in enjoying life--and don't you think they're right? If you want to… — 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
