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The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.

James Joyce

He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible.
JAMES JOYCE

Himself Possible World
We are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways.
JAMES JOYCE

Born Death Different Way
Sentimentality is unearned emotion.
JAMES JOYCE

Emotion One Liner Sentimental
All fiction is autobiographical fantasy.
JAMES JOYCE

Fantasy Fiction
Let my country die for me.
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Country Death Myself One Liner
Love loves to love love.
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Funny Life Love One Liner
There’s no friends like the old friends.
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Friendship Old
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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Adventure Home Reality Reflection
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
The light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.
JAMES JOYCE

Fall Light Music
I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.
JAMES JOYCE

Establishment Inspirational Passion Work
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.
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Family Love Mom World
Your battles inspired me – not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.
JAMES JOYCE

Battle Inspirational Mindset
Ask no questions and you’ll hear no lies.
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Funny Lying
A woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out.
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Charm Lose Make Up Woman
Life is too short to read a bad book.
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Book Life Reading

The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.

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