Greatness Of Any Kind Has No Greater

Chess Is A Sad Waste Of Brains.

All Men Who Have Turned Out Worth Anything Have Had The Chief Hand In Their Own Education.

I'll Dream No More--by Mainly Mind Not Even In Sleep Is Well Resigned. My Midnight Orisons Said O'er, I'll Turn To Rest And Dream No More.

We Build Statues Out Of Snow, And Weep To See Them Melt.

It 's No Fish Ye 're Buying, It 's Men's Lives.