The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.
JAMES JOYCEPeople trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus.
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We are bound together by the sympathy of our antipathies.
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Wipe your glasses with what you know.
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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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I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.
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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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To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life.
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Absence, the highest form of presence.
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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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I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.
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Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.
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An Irishman needs three things : silence, cunnning, and exile.
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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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Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to discover America.
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People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus.
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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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Love loves to love love.
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Thought is the thought of thought.
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He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible.
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The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is another question.
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His heart danced upon her movement like a cork upon a tide.
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Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.
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Your mind will give back to you exactly what you put into it.
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What’s in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.
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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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Shut your eyes and see.
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You can still die when the sun is shining.
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