Author of quotes: James Joyce. Page 2

I personally believe that climate determines character.

He scrupulously examined the subject sitting opposite, not stopping him Sherlockholm from the very moment he came into his field of vision.

His impenetrable face, a true work of art and a perfect thing in itself, before which descriptions are powerless, left the impression that he did not understand a word of what was said.

An ordinary person, when the body really needs to be strengthened because of an insignificant couple of pounds, is deprived of the opportunity to see the world more widely. Each of them, having worked hard, damn it, for more than eleven months, deserved a complete change of scenery after the city meat grinder and, best of all, in the summer, when Mother Nature shines in all its glory.

By teaching others, you will learn something yourself.

The weekly is taken because of advertisements, announcements, entertaining trifles.

A person can live alone all his life. And what, maybe. But still, he needs someone to bury, although he can dig his own grave. This is what we all do. Only man buries. No, more ants. They say Robinson Crusoe was real. Then, therefore, Friday buried him. Every Friday buries Thursday if you look at it that way.

The switchman's back sprang up suddenly, straightening up near the tram pole, right at Mr. Bloom's window. Isn't it possible to come up with something automatic, so that the wheels themselves are much more convenient? Yeah, but then this guy's gonna lose his job? Yes, but then someone else will get a job, do what they come up with.

Listen to this tale, my Love:
When man cast
His friends
Will be their vows
Light as a feather,
And goes on the prowl
The last friend,
Let the woman in the wilderness
They come to him,
Will come and the pain will cool down,
And he will understand
What in the world all the wealth
He and She,
And - to live. And your lips touch.
And - silence.

Everyone who comes in thinks he came first, whereas it is only the last term in the previous row, even the first in a series of follow-up, and each imagines that he is first, last, and single, when he's not the first, last and only one in a series that starts at infinity and continues to infinity.

People don't know how dangerous love songs... Movement, causing world revolutions are born from the dreams of any peasant on the hillside.

Around me is rich and saturating the brain - pinned under the lights, slightly quivering palpi, and in the darkness of my mind heavy underground monster, clumsy, afraid of light, stirs the dragon scales. The thought is the thought of thought. Serene clarity. The soul is somehow all things: the soul is the form of forms.

Look at the sea. What does it care about offences?

Etiquette means etiquette. He mother was killed, but the gray pants will never wear.