In that wide struggle which we call Progress, evil is always the aggressor and the vanquished, and it is right that this should be so, for without its onslaughts and depredations humanity might fall to a fat slumber upon its… — 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
