I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it calls itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express mysel...
I think of you so often you have no idea.
I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy.
He did not want to play. He wanted to meet in the real world the unsubstantial image which his soul so constantly beheld. He did not know where to seek it or how, but a premonition which led him on to...
If it is thus, I ask emphatically whence comes this thusness.
You behold in me, Stephen said with grim displeasure, a horrible example of free thought.
Too excited to be genuinely happy
To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life. A wild angel appeared to him, the angel of mortal youth and beauty, an envoy from the fair courts of life, to throw open before him...
There were so many different moods and impressions that he wished to express in verse. He felt them within him. He tried to weigh his soul to see if it was a poet's soul. Melancholy was the dominant n...
The soul is born, he said vaguely, first in those moments I told you of. It has a slow and dark birth, more mysterious than the birth of the body. When the soul of a man is born in this country there...
The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the hillside.
Old father, old artificer, stand me now and ever in good stead.
Love between man and woman is impossible because there must not be sexual intercourse, and friendship between man and woman is impossible because there must be sexual intercourse.
It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.
God made food; the devil the cooks.
Every 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.
Art is the human disposition of sensible or intelligible matter for an esthetic end.
Then, in that case, all the rest, all that I thought I thought and all that I felt I felt, all the rest before me now, in fact... O, give it up old chap! Sleep it off!
Yes, it was her he was looking at, and there was meaning in his look. His eyes burned into her as though they would search her through and through, read her very soul.
When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I makes water I makes water.