Tell me your past, my beloved, for a man is his past, and is to be known by it. — James Stephens Copy Share Image
If men understood domestic economy half as well as women do, then their political economy and their entire consequent statecraft would not… — James Stephens Copy Share Image
The mysteries of death and birth occupy women far more than is the case with men, to whom political and mercantile speculations… — 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
