James Joyce

My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.

My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.

A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.

A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.

Men are governed by lines of intellect - women: by curves of emotion.

Men are governed by lines of intellect - women: by curves of emotion.

Irresponsibility is part of the pleasure of all art; it is the part the schools cannot recognize.

Irresponsibility is part of the pleasure of all art; it is the part the schools cannot recognize.

Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that in her eyes he would read more

Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that in her eyes he would ascent to an angelical stature; and, as he attached the fervent nature of his companion more and more closely to him, he heard the strange impersonal voice which he recognised as his own, insisting on the soul's incurable lonliness. We cannot give ourselves, it said: we are our own.