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Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.

James Joyce

There’s no friends like the old friends.
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Friendship Old
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
Civilization may be said indeed to be the creation of its outlaws.
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Civilization Creation
History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
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Dream History Truth
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
We are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways.
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Born Death Different Way
A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
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Discover Genius Life Man Mistake Spiritual
It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.
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Art Born History Pain Philosophy Vision
His heart danced upon her movement like a cork upon a tide.
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Heart Love Romantic
Fall if you will, but rise you must.
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Fall Inspirational One Liner Rise
There’s many a true word spoken in jest.
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Truth Word
Masturbation! The amazing availability of it!
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Availability Drinking Masturbation Sex
To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.
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Greatness Humble Life Teacher
Time is, time was, but time shall be no more.
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End 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 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

Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.

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