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James Joyce

The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is another question.
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Artist Beautiful Creation
Beware the horns of a bull, the heels of the horse, and the smile of an Englishman.
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Animal Smile
While you have a thing it can be taken from you, but when you give it, you have given it. No robber can take it from you. It is yours then forever when you have given it. It will be yours always. That is to give.
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Forever Generosity
We are bound together by the sympathy of our antipathies.
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Sympathy Togetherness
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
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
Every jackass going the roads thinks he has ideas.
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Ideas Thinking
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
Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to discover America.
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Inspirational Respect
Places remember events.
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One Liner Place Remember
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
All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.
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Funny Sad
Ask no questions and you’ll hear no lies.
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Funny Lying
I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me.
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Care Live Night
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
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

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