He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place. James Joyce More Quotes by James Joyce More Quotes From James Joyce My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out. James Joyce tears eye heart Sentimentality is unearned emotion. James Joyce sentimentality sentimental emotion A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk. James Joyce cheesy meat gone Jesus was a bachelor and never lived with a woman. Surely living with a woman is one of the most difficult things a man has to do, and he never did it. James Joyce men religion jesus Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance. James Joyce hunting balance mind A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs. James Joyce castles long past Let us leave theories there and return to here's hear. James Joyce return theory I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space. James Joyce short-time stride space The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring. Paintings of Moreau are paintings of ideas. The deepest poetry of Shelley, the words of Hamlet bring our mind into contact with the eternal wisdom; Plato's world of ideas. All the rest is the speculation of schoolboys for schoolboys. James Joyce plato spring art In the particular is contained the universal. James Joyce programming particular learning No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination. James Joyce ink tables writing Oh Ireland my first and only love Where Christ and Caesar are hand in glove! James Joyce gloves hands firsts [A writer is] a priest of eternal imagination, transmuting the daily bread of experience into the radiant body of everliving life. James Joyce body imagination bread The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed. James Joyce cylinders weed mouths You get a decent do at the Brazen Head James Joyce brazen decent The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails. James Joyce invisible creation art To discover the mode of life or of art whereby my spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom. James Joyce spirit art It was cold autumn weather, but in spite of the cold they wandered up and down the roads of the Park for nearly three hours. They agreed to break off their intercourse; every bond, he said, is a bond to sorrow. James Joyce break-off autumn weather Shaw's works make me admire the magnificent tolerance and broadmindedness of the english. James Joyce magnificent admire tolerance I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I? Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand. Would you go back to then? Just beginning then. Would you? James Joyce i-can water hands
