When I die Dublin will be written in my heart. James Joyce diedublinheart Change image and share on social
Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead. James Joyce battlefightforehead Change image and share on social
If Ireland is to become a new Ireland she must first become European. James Joyce europeanireland Change image and share on social
It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked looking-glass of a servant. James Joyce artcrackglass Change image and share on social
Mistakes are the portals of discovery. James Joyce discoverymistakeportal Change image and share on social
My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire. James Joyce coldmindpolish Change image and share on social
No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination. James Joyce inclinationinkpen Change image and share on social
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 artistcreationexistence Change image and share on social
Nations have their ego, just like individuals. James Joyce egoindividualnation Change image and share on social
I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day. James Joyce dayestablishfuture Change image and share on social
