I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I established or confirmed today. I am today in relation to yesterday.
Errors are not in the art but in the artificers.
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
I am tomorrow what I establish today.
A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
Shut your eyes and see.
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
I am the author of myself.
I am tomorrow what I establish today.
We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us.
A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us.
We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us.
A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us.
A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
James Joyce Quotes part 2
I am the author of myself.
I dreamt of my absent mother. I don’t dream of them anymore, but I tell myself stories sometimes about them…
A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
I am the author of myself.
A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us.
I dreamt of my absent mother. I don’t dream of them anymore, but I tell myself stories sometimes about them…
A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
I dreamt of my absent mother. I don’t dream of them anymore, but I tell myself stories sometimes about them…
We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us.
I am the author of myself.
We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us.
A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
I dreamt of my absent mother. I don’t dream of them anymore, but I tell myself stories sometimes about them…
A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
I am the author of myself.
We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us.
I dreamt of my absent mother. I don’t dream of them anymore, but I tell myself stories sometimes about them…
A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us.
I am the author of myself.
We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us.
A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
I dreamt of my absent mother. I don’t dream of them anymore, but I tell myself stories sometimes about them…
A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
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