Chess Is One Long Regret.

To Write Well It Is First Necessary To Have Something To Say.

The Attempt To Make The Consumption Of Beer Criminal Is As Silly And As Futile As If You Passed A Law To Send A Man To Jail For Eating Cucumber Salad.

Humour In Its Highest Reach Mingles With Pathos: It Voices Sorrow For Our Human Lot And Reconciliation With It.

The Tears Of Childhood Fall Fast And Easily, And Evil Be To Him Who Makes Them Flow.

All Our Yesterdays, It Is True, Have Only Lighted Fools The Way To Dusty Death. But We Need At Least The Dates Of The Yesterdays And The List Of The Fools.