Your mind will give back to you exactly what you put into it.
JAMES JOYCEThere’s many a true word spoken in jest.
More James Joyce Quotes
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Beware the horns of a bull, the heels of the horse, and the smile of an Englishman.
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A woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out.
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Every jackass going the roads thinks he has ideas.
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He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.
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I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.
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Ask no questions and you’ll hear no lies.
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Children must be educated by love, not punishment.
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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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Absence, the highest form of presence.
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The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is another question.
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One great part of every human existence is passed in a state which cannot be rendered sensible by the use of wideawake language, cutanddry grammar and goahead plot.
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Love loves to love love.
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It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.
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A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
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O, dread and dire word. Eternity! What mind of man can understand it?
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My puns are not trivial. They are quadrivial.
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I wanted real adventures to happen to myself. But real adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home: they must be sought abroad.
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I am proud to be an emotionalist.
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Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?
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Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.
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Let my country die for me.
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White pudding and eggs and sausages and cups of tea! How simple and beautiful was life after all!
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The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
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Bury the dead. Say Robinson Crusoe was true to life. Well then Friday buried him. Every Friday buries a Thursday if you come to look at it.
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An Irishman needs three things : silence, cunnning, and exile.
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History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
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