James Joyce

Art is the human disposition of sensible or intelligible matter for an esthetic end. - James Joyce

riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs." {opening lines from Finnegans Wake} - James Joyce

Mr. Bloom walked unheeded along his grove by saddened angels, crosses, broken pillars, family vaults, stone hopes praying with upcast eyes, old Ireland's hearts and hands. - (from the novel 'Ulysses') - James Joyce

A man's errors are his portals of discovery. - James Joyce

I've put in 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. - James Joyce