Chess Is A Sad Waste Of Brains.

Merrily, Merrily Goes The Bark On A Breeze From The Northward Free, So Shoots Through The Morning Sky The Lark, Or The Swan Through The Summer Sea.

Love Rules The Court, The Camp, The Grove, And Men Below, And Saints Above: For Love Is Heaven, And Heaven Is Love.

Success - Keeping Your Mind Awake And Your Desire Asleep.

Come One, Come All! This Rock Shall Fly From Its Firm Base, As Soon As I.

Vengeance To God Alone Belongs; But, When I Think Of All My Wrongs My Blood Is Liquid Flame!