James Joyce Quotes

Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness. The soul is in a manner all that is: the soul is the form of forms. Tranquillity sudden, vast, candescent: form of forms.

Justice it means but it's everybody eating everyone else. That's what life is after all.

Though their life was modest, they believed in eating well.

The language in which we are speaking is his before it is mine. How different are the words HOME, CHRIST, ALE, MASTER, on his lips and on mine! I cannot speak or write these words without unrest of spirit. His language, so familiar and so foreign, will always be for me an acquired speech. I have not made or accepted its words. My voice holds them at bay. My soul frets in the shadow of his language.

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.

You find my words dark. Darkness is in our souls, do you not think?

To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.

For that (the rapt one warns) is what papyr is meed of, made of, hides and hints and misses in prints.