The trouble about man is twofold. He cannot learn truths which are too complicated; he forgets truths which are too simple.
There is no logical reason why the camel of great art should pass through the needle of mob intelligence.
Life ought to be a struggle of desire toward adventures whose nobility will fertilize the soul.
There is no wider gulf in the universe than yawns between those on the hither and thither side of vital experience.
We all drew on the comfort which is given out by the major works of Mozart, which is as real and material as the warmth given up by a glass of brandy.
Writing has nothing to do with communication between person and person, only with communication between different parts of a person's mind.
There is in every one of us an unending see-saw between the will to live and the will to die.
Mr. James Joyce is a great man who is entirely without taste.