I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.
Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.
For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid.
Life is brief but love is LONG .
All experience is an arch wherethro' gleams that untraveled world whose margins fade forever and forever as we move.
Cricket, however, has more in it than mere efficiency. There is something called the spirit of cricket, which cannot be defined.