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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.

James Joyce

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
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
Beware the horns of a bull, the heels of the horse, and the smile of an Englishman.
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Animal Smile
Time is, time was, but time shall be no more.
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End Time
The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
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Heaven Science Stars
Love loves to love love.
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Funny Life Love One Liner
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
Absence, the highest form of presence.
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Absence One Liner Philosophy Presence
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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Experience Life Race Reality Soul Time
I am proud to be an emotionalist.
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Emotion Instagram Captions Proud
To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.
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Greatness Humble Life Teacher
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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Cold Enough Yourself
Time’s ruins build eternity’s mansions.
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Forever Ruin Time
There’s no friends like the old friends.
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Friendship Old
We are bound together by the sympathy of our antipathies.
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Sympathy Togetherness
People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus.
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Flower People

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