I’ve put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that’s the only way of insuring one’s immortality.
JAMES JOYCEEvery life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves.
More James Joyce Quotes
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All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.
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There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being.
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An Irishman needs three things : silence, cunnning, and exile.
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Fall if you will, but rise you must.
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Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
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A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
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A man’s errors are his portals of discovery.
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My puns are not trivial. They are quadrivial.
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We are bound together by the sympathy of our antipathies.
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There’s many a true word spoken in jest.
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Ask no questions and you’ll hear no lies.
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The light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.
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Let my country die for me.
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I have the words already. What I am seeking is the perfect order of words in the sentence. You can see for yourself how many different ways they might be arranged.
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He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.
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Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.
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To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.
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I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me.
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God made food; the devil the cooks.
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Civilization may be said indeed to be the creation of its outlaws.
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Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.
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The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is another question.
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His heart danced upon her movement like a cork upon a tide.
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Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.
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One 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.
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Time is, time was, but time shall be no more.
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