Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.

Let us do something, while we have the chance! ... Let us make the most of it, before it is too late! Let us represent worthily for one the foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned us!

Humbly to ask a favour of people who are on the point of knocking your brains out sometimes produces good results.

James Joyce: His writing is not about something. It is the thing itself.

Words fail, there are times when even they fail.

James Joyce was a synthesizer, trying to bring in as much as he could. I am an analyzer, trying to leave out as much as I can.

As it is with the love of the body, so with the friendship of the mind, the full is only reached by admittance to the most retired places.