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

James Joyce

I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.
JAMES JOYCE

Desire Love World
Wipe your glasses with what you know.
JAMES JOYCE

Glasses Wipe Yourself
Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
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Escape Home Inspirational Life Run
Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.
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Future Mindset Past
People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus.
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Flower People
To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.
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Greatness Humble Life Teacher
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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Existence Human Language Oneself
History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
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Dream History Truth
The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
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Heaven Science Stars
It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.
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Art Born History Pain Philosophy Vision
My puns are not trivial. They are quadrivial.
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Funny
He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.
JAMES JOYCE

Beautiful Cry Music Quiet Word
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
Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.
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Age Glory Passion World
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.
JAMES JOYCE

Family Love Mom World
Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?
JAMES JOYCE

Cold Enough Yourself

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