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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

Love loves to love love.
JAMES JOYCE

Funny Life Love One Liner
Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.
JAMES JOYCE

Age Glory Passion World
Fall if you will, but rise you must.
JAMES JOYCE

Fall Inspirational One Liner Rise
The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is another question.
JAMES JOYCE

Artist Beautiful Creation
I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.
JAMES JOYCE

Myself Space Time
Children must be educated by love, not punishment.
JAMES JOYCE

Children Education Love Punishment
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
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
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
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.
JAMES JOYCE

Fall Success
There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.
JAMES JOYCE

Forever Future Past Philosophy Present
Masturbation! The amazing availability of it!
JAMES JOYCE

Availability Drinking Masturbation Sex
The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.
JAMES JOYCE

Art Life Spring
Jesus was a bachelor and never lived with a woman. Surely living with a woman is one of the most difficult things a man has to do, and he never did it.
JAMES JOYCE

Difficult Men Religion Woman
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

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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