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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

Beware the horns of a bull, the heels of the horse, and the smile of an Englishman.
JAMES JOYCE

Animal Smile
The light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.
JAMES JOYCE

Fall Light Music
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
Time’s ruins build eternity’s mansions.
JAMES JOYCE

Forever Ruin Time
A woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out.
JAMES JOYCE

Charm Lose Make Up Woman
I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me.
JAMES JOYCE

Care Live Night
There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being.
JAMES JOYCE

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

Desire Love World
God made food; the devil the cooks.
JAMES JOYCE

Devil Food God Human
Let my country die for me.
JAMES JOYCE

Country Death Myself One Liner
Sentimentality is unearned emotion.
JAMES JOYCE

Emotion One Liner Sentimental
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.
JAMES JOYCE

Death Life Philosophy True
History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
JAMES JOYCE

Dream History Truth
Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.
JAMES JOYCE

Experience Life Race Reality Soul Time
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
The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is another question.
JAMES JOYCE

Artist Beautiful Creation

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.

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