James Joyce

2 Feb 1882 // 13 Jan 1941


Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.
To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.
The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the hillside.
What's in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.
God made food; the devil the cooks.
The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.
Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.
Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves.
Love loves to love love.
Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.


On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."