James Joyce Quotes
How soft, how sad his voice is ever calling, ever unanswered and the dark rain falling.
She Weeps Over Rahoon, Pomes Penyeach (1927)
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I have a very busy head. I have inside voices that I have learned to contain.
And I had not much of a voice. I didn’t play that great guitar either.
George Bernard Shaw
T. S. Eliot
Writer, Novelist, Poet
February 2, 1882 - January 13, 1941