Love between man and man is impossible because there must not be sexual intercourse and friendship between man and woman is impossible because there must be sexual intercourse. – James Joyce
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not. – James Joyce
Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality. – James Joyce
Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment. – James Joyce
Only the explorer of steep and narrow trails inaccessible to cattle makes acquaintance with flowers in a grazing country. The large scale of all the physical features of California tends to monotony of vegetable life. The same trees cover miles of country. Only those who climb find variety. – Isabella G. Oakley, “Santa Barbara of Today,” in Sunset, May 1904