Date: 1922

"The poet's mind is in fact a receptacle for seizing and storing up numberless feelings, phrases, images, which remain there until all the particles which can unite to form a new compound are present together."

— Eliot, T. S. (1888-1965)

Date: 1922

"My soul has grown deep like the rivers."

— Hughes, Langston (1902-1967))

Date: 1922

"(he taps his brow) But in here it is I must kill the priest and the king."

— Joyce, James (1882-1941)

Date: 1922

"Though they didn't see eye to eye in everything a certain analogy there somehow was as if both minds were travelling, so to speak, in the one train of thought."

— Joyce, James (1882-1941)

Date: 1922

"Tonight deftly amid wild drink and talk, to pierce the polished mail of his mind."

— Joyce, James (1882-1941)

Date: 1922

"Fed and feeding brains about me: under glowlamps, impaled, with faintly beating feelers: and in my mind's darkness a sloth of the underworld, reluctant, shy of brightness, shifting her dragon scaly folds."

— Joyce, James (1882-1941)

Date: 1922

"Kind of a form in his mind's eye."

— Joyce, James (1882-1941)

Date: 1922

"In the intense instant of imagination, when the mind, Shelley says, is a fading coal, that which I was is that which I am and that which in possibility I may come to be."

— Joyce, James (1882-1941)

Date: 1922

"He laughed to free his mind from his mind's bondage."

— Joyce, James (1882-1941)

Date: 1922

"I plucked my soul out of its secret place, / And held it to the mirror of my eye, / To see it like a star against the sky, / A twitching body quivering in space, / A spark of passion shining on my face."

— McKay, Claude (1889-1948)