“It pained him that he did not know well what politics meant and that he did not know where the universe ended.… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Such moments passed and the wasting fires of lust sprang up again. The verses passed from his lips and the inarticulate cries… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Every age must look for its sanction to its poetry and philosophy, for in these the human mind, as it looks backward… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
The philosophic mind inclines always to an elaborate life--the life of Goethe or of Leonardo da Vinci; but the life of the… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring. Paintings of Moreau are… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
I should tell you that honestly, on my honour of a Nearwicked, I always think in a wordworth's of that primed favourite… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“There were so many different moods and impressions that he wished to express in verse. He felt them within him. He tried… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“He read the verses backwards but then they were not poetry. Then he read the flyleaf from the bottom to the top… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“He read the verses backwards but then they were not poetry. Then he read the flyleaf from the bottom to the top… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“She asked me why I never came, said she had heard all sorts of stories about me. This was only to gain… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality. It speaks of… — 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
