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I am proud to be an emotionalist.

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James Joyce
Age: 58 †
Born: 1882
Born: February 2
Died: 1941
Died: January 13
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James Augustine Aloysius Joyce
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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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I am quite content to go down to posterity as a scissors and paste man for that seems to me a harsh but not unjust description
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And when all was said and done the lies a fellow told about himself couldn't probably hold a proverbial candle to the wholesale whoppers other fellows coined about him.
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All human history moves towards one great goal
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No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.
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[...] a darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend.
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Love loves to love love.
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I'll tickle his catastrophe.
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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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There's no police like Holmes.
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Good puzzle would be cross Dublin without passing a pub.
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There is not past, no future everything flows in an eternal present.
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and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.
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Very gratefully, with grateful appreciation, with sincere appreciative gratitude, in appreciatively grateful sincerity of regret, he declined.
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What was after the universe? Nothing. But was there anything round the universe to show where it stopped before the nothing place began?
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Evening had fallen. A rim of the young moon cleft the pale waste of sky line, the rim of a silver hoop embedded in grey sand: and the tide was flowing in fast to the land with a low whisper of her waves, islanding a few last figures in distant pools.
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A woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out.
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Desire's wind blasts the thorntree but after it becomes from a bramblebush to be a rose upon the rood of time.
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It seems to me you do not care what banality a man expresses so long as he expresses it in Irish.
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He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life
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