My mind rejects the whole social order and Christianity – home, the recognized virtues, classes of life, and religious doctrines… I cannot enter the social order except as a vagabond.
James Joyce Quotes
A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over […]
Theologians consider that it was the sin of pride, the sinful thought conceived in an instant: non serviam: I will not serve. That instant was his (Lucifer’s) ruin.
I will not serve that in which I no longer believe whether it call itself my home, my fatherland or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I […]
Ireland is the sow that eats her own farrow.
We (Irish) are an unfortunate priest-ridden race and always were and always will be till the end of the chapter.
We have had too much God in ireland. Away with God.
Belfast, a city that every good Dubliner, except myself, despises and reviles.
I’ve put in Ulysses so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that’s the only way of insuring one’s immortality.
The poor man starves while they are grassing their royal mountain stags or shooting peasants and phartridges in their purblind pomp of pelf and power.