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
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
I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day. – James Joyce