He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
A Classical style... is the syllogism of art, the only legitimate process from one world to another. Classicism is not the manner… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
You ask me why I don’t love you, but surely you must believe I am very fond of you and if to… — 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
“What was after the universe? Nothing. But was there anything round the universe to show where it stopped before the nothing place… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
She would follow, her dream of love, the dictates of her heart that told her he was her all in all, the… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Michael Robartes remembers forgotten beauty and, when his arms wrap her round, he presses in his arms the loveliness which has long… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
He comes into the world God knows how, walks on the water, gets out of his grave and goes up off the… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
For myself, I always write about Dublin, because if I can get to the heart of Dublin I can get to the… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
By his monstrous way of life he seemed to have put himself beyond the limits of reality. Nothing moved him or spoke… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
The artist... standing in the position of mediator between the world of his experience and the world of his dreams - 'a… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Beauty, the splendour of truth, is a gracious presence when the imagination contemplates intensely the truth of its own being or the… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the… — 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