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More Quotes by James Joyce
Love loves to love love.
Your mind will give back to you exactly what you put into it.
Every jackass going the roads thinks he has ideas.
Fall if you will, but rise you must.
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.
Absence, the highest form of presence.
Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves.
People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus.
But we are living in a sceptical and, if I may use the phrase, a thought-tormented age: and sometimes I fear that this new generation, educated or hyper-educated as it is, will lack those qualities of humanity, of hospitality, of kindly humour which belonged to an older day.