The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is is another question. James Joyce More Quotes by James Joyce More Quotes From James Joyce Never let us do wrong, because our opponents did so. Let us, rather, by doing right, show them what they ought to have done, and establish a rule the dictates of reason and conscience, rather than of the angry passions. James Joyce opponents passion done You cannot eat your cake and have it. James Joyce have-your-cake-and-eat-it-too cake I am quite content to go down to posterity as a scissors and paste man for that seems to me a harsh but not unjust description James Joyce harsh unjust men The State is concentric, but the individual is eccentric. James Joyce eccentric individual individuality Death, a cause of terror to the sinner, is a blessed moment for him who has walked in the right path. James Joyce blessed path death Lily, the caretaker's daughter, was literally run off her feet. Hardly had she brought one gentleman into the little pantry behind the office on the ground floor and helped him off with his overcoat, than the wheezy hall-door bell clanged again and she had to scamper along the bare hallway to let in another guest. It was well for her she had not to attend to the ladies also. James Joyce daughter running book And if he had judged her harshly? If her life were a simple rosary of hours, her life simple and strange as a bird's life, gay in the morning, restless all day, tired at sundown? Her heart simple and willful as a bird's heart? James Joyce tired heart morning The mocker is never taken seriously when he is most serious. James Joyce serious taken It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked looking-glass of a servant. James Joyce servant glasses art Nations have their ego, just like individuals. James Joyce nations individual ego Life is the great teacher. James Joyce life-is teacher life Ireland sober is Ireland stiff. James Joyce sober ireland If Ireland is to become a new Ireland she must first become European. James Joyce ireland europe firsts The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea. James Joyce ireland sea I will not say nothing. I will defend my church and my religion when it is insulted and spit on. James Joyce insulted spit church I should tell you that honestly, on my honour of a Nearwicked, I always think in a wordworth's of that primed favourite continental poet, Daunty, Gouty and Shopkeeper, A.G., whom the generality admoyers in this that is and that this is to come. James Joyce favourite poetry thinking Hell is the centre of evils and, as you know, things are more intense at their centres than at their remotest points. James Joyce intense hell evil Each lost soul will be a hell unto itself, the boundless fire raging in its very vitals. James Joyce hell soul fire Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment. James Joyce youth romantic jesus I confess that I do not see what good it does to fulminate against the English tyranny while the Roman tyranny occupies the palace of the soul. James Joyce atheism soul doe
