You behold in me, Stephen said with grim displeasure, a horrible example of free thought.

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.

To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.

Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.

To discover the mode of life or of art whereby my spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom.

Old father, old artificer, stand me now and ever in good stead.

One of the things I could never get accustomed to in my youth was the difference I found between life and literature.