Irish novelist, poet, playwright. A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery. The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.
Art is the human disposition of sensible or intelligible matter for an esthetic end.
No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honoured by posterity because he was the last to discover America. All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light, but though I seem to be driven out of my country as a misbeliever I have found no man yet with a faith like mine.