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

The studious silence of the library ... Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness.

Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.

Thanks be to God we lived so long and did so much good.

Mistakes are the portals of discovery.

He drew forth a phrase from his treasure and spoke it softly to himself: A day of dappled seaborne clouds.

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.