To Live, To Err, To Fall, To

I've Been Working Hard On [ulysses] All Day," Said Joyce. Does That Mean That You Have Written A Great Deal?" I Said. Two Sentences," Said Joyce. I Looked Sideways But Joyce Was Not Smiling. I Thought Of [french Novelist Gustave] Flaubert. "you've Been Seeking The Mot Juste?" I Said. No," Said Joyce. "i Have The Words Already. What I Am Seeking Is The Perfect Order Of Words In The Sentence.

A Man's Errors Are His Portals Of Discovery.

Absence, The Highest Form Of Presence.

Think You're Escaping And Run Into Yourself. Longest Way Round Is The Shortest Way Home.

For The Years, He Felt, Had Not Quenched His Soul, Or Hers.