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

James Joyce

Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.
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Balance Happiness Hunt Lost Mind
Thought is the thought of thought.
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Deep One Liner Thinking
The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.
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Art Life Spring
An Irishman needs three things : silence, cunnning, and exile.
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Humor Silence
All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light.
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Change Faith Light Soul
Civilization may be said indeed to be the creation of its outlaws.
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Civilization Creation
A woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out.
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Charm Lose Make Up Woman
History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
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Dream History Truth
Wipe your glasses with what you know.
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Glasses Wipe Yourself
There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.
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Forever Future Past Philosophy Present
Absence, the highest form of presence.
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Absence One Liner Philosophy Presence
Every jackass going the roads thinks he has ideas.
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Ideas Thinking
The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lifetime.
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Life Love
The light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.
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Fall Light Music
Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?
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Cold Enough Yourself
One great part of every human existence is passed in a state which cannot be rendered sensible by the use of wideawake language, cutanddry grammar and goahead plot.
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Existence Human Language Oneself

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

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