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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

There’s no friends like the old friends.
JAMES JOYCE

Friendship Old
My puns are not trivial. They are quadrivial.
JAMES JOYCE

Funny
Ask no questions and you’ll hear no lies.
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Funny Lying
White pudding and eggs and sausages and cups of tea! How simple and beautiful was life after all!
JAMES JOYCE

Beautiful Life Simplicity
There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being.
JAMES JOYCE

Atheist Philosophy Religion
To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life.
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Fall Success
Let my country die for me.
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Country Death Myself One Liner
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
He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.
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Beautiful Cry Music Quiet Word
Civilization may be said indeed to be the creation of its outlaws.
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Civilization Creation
The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
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Heaven Science Stars
Absence, the highest form of presence.
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Absence One Liner Philosophy Presence
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
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
I’ve put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that’s the only way of insuring one’s immortality.
JAMES JOYCE

Argument Forever Way Writing

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.

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