But Games Always Cover Something Deep And

If I Were To Command A General To Turn Into A Seagull, And If The General Did Not Obey, That Would Not Be The General's Fault. It Would Be Mine.

Cries Of Despair, Misery, Sobbing Grief Are A Kind Of Wealth.

The Strong Are Strengthened By Reverses; The Trouble Is That The True Meaning Of Events Scores Next To Nothing In The Match We Play With Men. Appearances Decide Our Gains Or Losses And The Points Are Trumpery. And A Mere Semblance Of Defeat May Hopelessly Checkmate Us.

In Order To Cure A Feeling Of Malaise, You Have To Throw Light On It.

A Designer Knows He Has Achieved Perfection Not When There Is Nothing Left To Add, But When There Is Nothing Left To Take Away.