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God made food; the devil the cooks.

James Joyce

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
What’s in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.
JAMES JOYCE

Ourselves Writing
Civilization may be said indeed to be the creation of its outlaws.
JAMES JOYCE

Civilization Creation
Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
JAMES JOYCE

Escape Home Inspirational Life Run
There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.
JAMES JOYCE

Forever Future Past Philosophy Present
People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus.
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Flower People
Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.
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Balance Happiness Hunt Lost Mind
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
White pudding and eggs and sausages and cups of tea! How simple and beautiful was life after all!
JAMES JOYCE

Beautiful Life Simplicity
A man’s errors are his portals of discovery.
JAMES JOYCE

Inspirational Learning Mistake
Love loves to love love.
JAMES JOYCE

Funny Life Love One Liner
Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves.
JAMES JOYCE

Brother Life Men Ourselves Walk Wife
I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.
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Myself Space Time
His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
JAMES JOYCE

Death End Himself Live Soul
The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.
JAMES JOYCE

Art Life Spring
And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes.
JAMES JOYCE

Eyes Heart Love Mad

God made food; the devil the cooks.

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