O, dread and dire word. Eternity! What mind of man can understand it?
JAMES JOYCE
The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.
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O, dread and dire word. Eternity! What mind of man can understand it?
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The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.
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Let my country die for me.
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They lived and laughed and loved and left.
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In the particular is contained the universal.
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Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.
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There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being.
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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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Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to discover America.
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Thought is the thought of thought.
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To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life.
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Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
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I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.
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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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We are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways.
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All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.
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