In the particular is contained the universal.

Time is, time was, but time shall be no more.

When the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flown at it to hold it back from flight.

Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.

It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked looking-glass of a servant.

To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.

Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.