I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me.
JAMES JOYCEI care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me.
JAMES JOYCETime’s ruins build eternity’s mansions.
JAMES JOYCEI am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.
JAMES JOYCEI am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.
JAMES JOYCEThe supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.
JAMES JOYCEMistakes are the portals of discovery.
JAMES JOYCEShut your eyes and see.
JAMES JOYCEThere’s many a true word spoken in jest.
JAMES JOYCEYour battles inspired me – not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.
JAMES JOYCELife is too short to read a bad book.
JAMES JOYCETo live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life.
JAMES JOYCEIn the particular is contained the universal.
JAMES JOYCEThe heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
JAMES JOYCEGod made food; the devil the cooks.
JAMES JOYCEOne great part of every human existence is passed in a state which cannot be rendered sensible by the use of wideawake language, cutanddry grammar and goahead plot.
JAMES JOYCEBury the dead. Say Robinson Crusoe was true to life. Well then Friday buried him. Every Friday buries a Thursday if you come to look at it.
JAMES JOYCE