We are bound together by the sympathy of our antipathies.
JAMES JOYCEWe are bound together by the sympathy of our antipathies.
JAMES JOYCEMistakes are the portals of discovery.
JAMES JOYCELife is too short to read a bad book.
JAMES JOYCEO, dread and dire word. Eternity! What mind of man can understand it?
JAMES JOYCEI 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.
JAMES JOYCETime is, time was, but time shall be no more.
JAMES JOYCEAsk no questions and you’ll hear no lies.
JAMES JOYCEI’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 JOYCEA man’s errors are his portals of discovery.
JAMES JOYCEThere is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.
JAMES JOYCEA man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
JAMES JOYCEPlaces remember events.
JAMES JOYCEA woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out.
JAMES JOYCEThink you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
JAMES JOYCEHold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.
JAMES JOYCEWhite pudding and eggs and sausages and cups of tea! How simple and beautiful was life after all!
JAMES JOYCE