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.
All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday. - James Joyce
All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.
- James Joyce
Thought is the thought of thought. - James Joyce
Thought is the thought of thought.
As you are now so once were we. - James Joyce
As you are now so once were we.
There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present. - James Joyce
There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.
Shut your eyes and see. - James Joyce
Shut your eyes and see.
People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus. - James Joyce
People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus.
Fall if you will, but rise you must. - James Joyce
Fall if you will, but rise you must.
Absence, the highest form of presence. - James Joyce
Absence, the highest form of presence.
As I am. As I am. All or not at all. - James Joyce
As I am. As I am. All or not at all.
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