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The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is another question.

James Joyce

Civilization may be said indeed to be the creation of its outlaws.
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Civilization Creation
Every jackass going the roads thinks he has ideas.
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Ideas Thinking
And yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.
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Fools Herself Name
Men are governed by lines of intellect – women: by curves of emotion.
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Curves Emotion Government Intellectual Men
I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.
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Desire Love World
Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.
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Memories Moments Secret Stars
I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me.
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Care Live Night
He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible.
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Himself Possible World
The light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.
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Fall Light Music
There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being.
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Atheist Philosophy Religion
To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life.
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Fall Success
I have the words already. What I am seeking is the perfect order of words in the sentence. You can see for yourself how many different ways they might be arranged.
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Different Order Perfection Word Writing
All fiction is autobiographical fantasy.
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Fantasy Fiction
My puns are not trivial. They are quadrivial.
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Funny
Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.
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Future Mindset Past
What’s in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.
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Ourselves Writing

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