Time is, time was, but time shall be no more.
JAMES JOYCEAnd yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.
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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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Absence, the highest form of presence.
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Wipe your glasses with what you know.
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There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.
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All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light.
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In the particular is contained the universal.
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Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.
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God made food; the devil the cooks.
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To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.
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There’s no friends like the old friends.
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People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep.
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And yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.
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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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Men are governed by lines of intellect – women: by curves of emotion.
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Thought is the thought of thought.
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Masturbation! The amazing availability of it!
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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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Let my country die for me.
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I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.
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Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.
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Your battles inspired me – not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.
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Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.
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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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Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.
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The light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.
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History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
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