In the name of the former and of the latter and of their holocaust. Allmen.
You made me confess the fears that I have. But I will tell you also what I do not fear. I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for another or to leave whatever I have to leave. And I am not afraid to make a mistake, even a great mistake, a lifelong mistake, and perhaps as long as eternity too.
When the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality, language, religion. I shall try to fly by those nets.
What’s in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.
The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lieftime.
Love between man and man is impossible because there must not be sexual intercourse and friendship between man and woman is impossible because there must be sexual intercourse.
History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.[Stephen said]
God spoke to you by so many voices, but you would not hear.
Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves.
Art has to reveal to us ideas, formless spiritual essences. The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.
Why is it that words like these seem to me so dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?
When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I makes water I makes water.
