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Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.

James Joyce

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
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.
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Difficult Men Religion Woman
Sentimentality is unearned emotion.
JAMES JOYCE

Emotion One Liner Sentimental
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
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Discover Inspirational One Liner
To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life.
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Fall Success
The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
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Heaven Science Stars
Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.
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Balance Happiness Hunt Lost Mind
My puns are not trivial. They are quadrivial.
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Funny
I am proud to be an emotionalist.
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Emotion Instagram Captions Proud
Beware the horns of a bull, the heels of the horse, and the smile of an Englishman.
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Animal Smile
All fiction is autobiographical fantasy.
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Fantasy Fiction
O, dread and dire word. Eternity! What mind of man can understand it?
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Men Mind Understand
People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus.
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Flower People
I’ve put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that’s the only way of insuring one’s immortality.
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Argument Forever Way Writing
We are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways.
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Born Death Different Way
I wanted real adventures to happen to myself. But real adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home: they must be sought abroad.
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Adventure Home Reality Reflection

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