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

My memory is certainly in my hands. I can remember things only if I have a pencil and I can write with it and I can play with it. ... I think your hand concentrates for you. I don't know why it should be so.

For the sake of my country, and perhaps a little for the sake of my soul, I have given up the deep peace of being in opposition.

Before a war military science seems a real science, like astronomy; but after a war it seems more like astrology.

You must always believe that life is as extraordinary as music says it is.

Journalism: an ability to meet the challenge of filling the space.

Destiny is another name for humanity's half-hearted yet persistent search for death. Again and again peoples have had the chance to live and show what would happen if human life were irrigated by continual happiness; and they have preferred to blow up the canals and perish of drought.