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He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible.
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Beauty, the splendour of truth, is a gracious presence when the imagination contemplates intensely the truth of its own being or the visible world, and the spirit which proceeds out of truth and beauty is the holy spirit of joy. These are realities and these alone give and sustain life.
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A Place for Everything and Everything in its Place, Is the Pen Mightier than the Sword? A Successful Career in the Civil Service.
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(Stoop) if you are abcedminded, to this claybook, what curios of signs (please stoop), in this allaphbed! Can you rede (since We and Thou had it out already) its world? It is the same told of all. Many. Miscegenations on miscegenations. Tieckle.
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A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
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One of his sentences, written two months after his last interview with Mrs. Sinico, read: Love between man and man is impossible because there must not be sexual intercourse and friendship between man and woman is impossible because there must be sexual intercourse.
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But toms will till. I know he well.
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I fear those big words which make us so unhappy.
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Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
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The oaks of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. (4.14-15)
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Boor, bond of thy herd,Tonight stretch full by the fire!
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History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
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The pity is the public will demand and find a moral in my book - or worse they may take it in some more serious way, and on the honor of a gentleman, there is not one single serious line in it.
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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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Can you nei do her, numb? asks Dolph, suspecting the answer know. Oikkont, ken you, ninny? asks Kev, expecting the answer guess. (286.25-27)
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The sly reeds whisper to the nightA name - her name -
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A nation is the same people living in the same place.
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Again!
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She dealt with moral problems the way a cleaver deals with meat: and in this case she had made up her mind.
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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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Three quarks for Muster Mark! (383.1)
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I want to give a picture of Dublin so complete that if the city suddenly disappeared from the earth it could be reconstructed out of my book.
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God spoke to you by so many voices but you would not hear.
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Quoint a quincidence! O.K. Omnius Kollidimus. As Ollover Krumwall sayed when he slepped ueber his grannyamother. Kangaroose feathers. Who in the name of thunder'd ever belevin you were that bolt?