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| 'History,' Stephen said, 'is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake |
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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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| A nation is the same people living in the same place. |
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| All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light, but though I seem to be driven out of my country as a misbeliever I have found no man yet with a faith like mine. |
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| And his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes |
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| And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes. |
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| As for Tolstoy, ... I disagree with you altogether. Tolstoy is a magnificent writer. He is never dull, never stupid, never tired, never pedantic, never theatrical! |
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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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| By the age of 45, I knew I could no longer start a sentence with a mention of strudel. My fingers would want to do it but my mind just wouldn't react. |
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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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| Come forth, Lazarus! And he came fifth and lost the job. |
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| Ever looked sufficiently at a quite everyday looking stamped addressed envelope? Admittedly it is an outer husk: its face, in all its featureful perfection of imperfection, is its fortune: it exhibits only the civil or military clothing of whatever p |
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| Every bond, he said, is a bond to sorrow. |
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| He comes into the world God knows how, walks on the water, gets out of his grave and goes up off the Hill of Howth. What drivel is this? |
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| Her companionship was like a warm soil about an exotic. |
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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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| I belong to the faubourg Saint-Patrice called Ireland for short |
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