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

James Joyce

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

Forever Future Past Philosophy Present
People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus.
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Flower People
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
My puns are not trivial. They are quadrivial.
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Funny
The light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.
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Fall Light Music
Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.
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Balance Happiness Hunt Lost Mind
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
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
We are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways.
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Born Death Different Way
Your mind will give back to you exactly what you put into it.
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Generosity Inspirational
Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.
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Age Glory Passion World
Absence, the highest form of presence.
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Absence One Liner Philosophy Presence
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.
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Death End Himself Live Soul
Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves.
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Brother Life Men Ourselves Walk Wife
Wipe your glasses with what you know.
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Glasses Wipe Yourself

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