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God made food; the devil the cooks.

James Joyce

What’s in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.
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Ourselves Writing
All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light.
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Change Faith Light Soul
His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before.
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Eyes Heart Himself Life Past Story
The light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.
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Fall Light Music
White pudding and eggs and sausages and cups of tea! How simple and beautiful was life after all!
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Beautiful Life Simplicity
Your mind will give back to you exactly what you put into it.
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Generosity Inspirational
Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?
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Cold Enough Yourself
You can still die when the sun is shining.
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Death Shine Sun Yourself
The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
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Heaven Science Stars
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
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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Death Life Philosophy True
His heart danced upon her movement like a cork upon a tide.
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Heart Love Romantic
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.
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Different Order Perfection Word Writing
I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.
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Desire Love World
Beware the horns of a bull, the heels of the horse, and the smile of an Englishman.
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Animal Smile
Absence, the highest form of presence.
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Absence One Liner Philosophy Presence

God made food; the devil the cooks.

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