Terence O'Ryan heard him and straightway brought him a crystal cup full of the foaming ebon ale which the noble twin brothers… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
I done me best when I was let. Thinking always if I go all goes. A hundred cares, a tithe of troubles… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
A certain pride, a certain awe, withheld him from offering to God even one prayer at night, though he knew it was… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
He could not feel her near him in the darkness nor hear her voice touch his ear. He waited for some minutes… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Every night as I gazed up at the window I said softly to myself the word paralysis. It had always sounded strangely… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Drugs age you after mental excitement. Lethargy then. Why? Reaction. A lifetime in a night. Gradually changes your character. — 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
