James Joyce

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.

Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.

Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.

The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out of you.

The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out of you.

Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with read more

Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.

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.