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James Joyce
(1882-1941)
Irish novelist, poet, playwright. He was best
known for his novels of subtle, frank portraits of human nature; wrote
"Ulysses," 1922; "Portrait of the Artist As a Young
Man," 1914.
A man of genius makes no mistakes.
His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
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.
Art is the human disposition
of sensible or intelligible matter for an esthetic end.
No pen, no ink, no table,
no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination
Christopher Columbus,
as everyone knows, is honoured by posterity
because he was the last to discover America.
All things are inconstant
except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their
inconstancy with light, but though I seem to be driven out of my country
as a misbeliever I have found no man yet with a faith like mine.
You forget that the kingdom
of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.
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
Whatever else is unsure
in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.
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