A man and a woman may become quite intimate in a quarter of an hour. Almost certainly will they endeavour to explain… — James Stephens Copy Share Image
A woman is a branchy tree and man a singing wind; and from her branches carelessly he takes what he can find. — James Stephens Copy Share Image
God did not need any assistance, but man did; bitterly he wanted it, and the giving of such assistance was the proper… — James Stephens Copy Share Image
Any fool can wash himself, but every wise man knows that it is an unnecessary labour, for nature will quickly reduce him… — James Stephens Copy Share Image
When a woman speaks to a man about the love she feels for another man, she is not liked. — James Stephens Copy Share Image
Man works outwardly and inwardly - after rest, he has energy; after energy, he needs repose; so, when we have given instruction… — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
The duty of a lyrical poet is not to express or explain, it is to intensify life. — James Stephens Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
Tell me your past, my beloved, for a man is his past, and is to be known by it. — James Stephens Copy Share Image
Finality is death. Perfection is finality. Nothing is perfect. There are lumps in it. — James Stephens Copy Share Image
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 Image
