Mr. James Joyce is a great man who is entirely without taste.

Motherhood is the strangest thing, it can be like being one's own Trojan horse.

When we choose a god we choose one as much like ourselves as possible, or even more so!

The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be only the beginning.

sentences were used by man before words and still come with the readiness of instinct to his lips. They, and not words, are the foundations of all language. ... Your cat has no words, but it has considerable feeling for the architecture of the sentence in relation to the problem of expressing climax.

Once a secret society establishes itself within an open society, there is no end to the hideous mistrust it must cause.

Mr. James Joyce is a great man who is entirely without taste.