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James Joyce

Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.
JAMES JOYCE

Experience Life Race Reality Soul Time
Shut your eyes and see.
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Eyes One Liner See
I am proud to be an emotionalist.
JAMES JOYCE

Emotion Instagram Captions Proud
Wipe your glasses with what you know.
JAMES JOYCE

Glasses Wipe Yourself
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.
JAMES JOYCE

Different Order Perfection Word Writing
Ask no questions and you’ll hear no lies.
JAMES JOYCE

Funny Lying
While you have a thing it can be taken from you, but when you give it, you have given it. No robber can take it from you. It is yours then forever when you have given it. It will be yours always. That is to give.
JAMES JOYCE

Forever Generosity
Time is, time was, but time shall be no more.
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End Time
Sentimentality is unearned emotion.
JAMES JOYCE

Emotion One Liner Sentimental
A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
JAMES JOYCE

Discover Genius Life Man Mistake Spiritual
An Irishman needs three things : silence, cunnning, and exile.
JAMES JOYCE

Humor Silence
All fiction is autobiographical fantasy.
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Fantasy Fiction
Every jackass going the roads thinks he has ideas.
JAMES JOYCE

Ideas Thinking
All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light.
JAMES JOYCE

Change Faith Light Soul
Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.
JAMES JOYCE

Future Mindset Past
A man’s errors are his portals of discovery.
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Inspirational Learning Mistake

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