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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

All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.
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Funny Sad
The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is another question.
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Artist Beautiful Creation
The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
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Heaven Science Stars
The light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.
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Fall Light Music
And yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.
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Fools Herself Name
Thought is the thought of thought.
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Deep One Liner Thinking
Places remember events.
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One Liner Place Remember
Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.
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Age Glory Passion World
Time is, time was, but time shall be no more.
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End Time
History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
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Dream History Truth
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
Your battles inspired me – not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.
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Battle Inspirational Mindset
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.
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Family Love Mom World
They lived and laughed and loved and left.
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Laughter Life Love Thinking
Absence, the highest form of presence.
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Absence One Liner Philosophy Presence
Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to discover America.
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Inspirational Respect

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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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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