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 Civilization may be said indeed to be the creation of its outlaws. James Joyce creation may civilization Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives. The English reading public explains the reason why. James Joyce reading reason-why writing There's no friends like the old friends. James Joyce no-friends old-friends When the short days of winter came, dusk fell before we had well eaten our dinners. When we met in the street the houses had grown sombre. The space of sky above us was the colour of ever-changing violet and towards it the lamps of the street lifted their feeble lanterns. The cold air stung us and we played till our bodies glowed. Our shouts echoed in the silent street. James Joyce air sky winter It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born. James Joyce philosophy history art The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit. James Joyce fruit stars science Winds of May, that dance on the sea, James Joyce air love-is wind Bury the dead. Say Robinson Crusoe was true to life. Well then Friday buried him. Every Friday buries a Thursday if you come to look at it. James Joyce true-life friday looks Beware the horns of a bull, the heels of the horse, and the smile of an Englishman. James Joyce horns bulls horse Our souls, shame-wounded by our sins, cling to us yet more, a woman to her lover clinging, the more the more. James Joyce sin lovers soul All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light. James Joyce light soul faith Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to discover America. James Joyce lasts inspirational america An Irishman needs three things : silence, cunnning, and exile. James Joyce three silence humor I 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 Joyce perfect writing order His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead. James Joyce snow life fall Our civilization, bequeathed to us by fierce adventurers, eaters of meat and hunters, is so full of hurry and combat, so busy about many things which perhaps are of no importance, that it cannot but see something feeble in a civilization which smiles as it refuses to make the battlefield the test of excellence. James Joyce buddhism excellence civilization 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 myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defense the only arms I allow myself to use -- silence, exile, and cunning. James Joyce life believe art While you have a thing it can be taken from you…..but when you give it, you have given it. no robber can take it from you. It is yours then forever when you have given it. It will be yours always. That is to give. James Joyce taken forever giving What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own. James Joyce mines my-own love Wipe your glasses with what you know. James Joyce wipe glasses knows
