James Joyce ( 10 of 20 )
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light, read more
All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light, but though I seem to be driven out of my country as a misbeliever I have found no man yet with a faith like mine.
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.
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.
Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.
Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.
You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.
You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.
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.
The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or
behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, read more
The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or
behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out
of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.
Never let us do wrong, because our opponents did so. Let us, rather, by doing right, show them what they read more
Never let us do wrong, because our opponents did so. Let us, rather, by doing right, show them what they ought to have done, and establish a rule the dictates of reason and conscience, rather than of the angry passions.
