These are the saddest of possible words, Tinker-to-Evers-to-Chance. Trio of Bear Cubs fleeter than birds, Tinker-to-Evers-to-Chance. Ruthlessly pricking our gonfalon bubble, Making a Giant hit into a double, Words that are weighty with nothing but trouble, Tinker-to-Evers-to-Chance. This brief poem, immortalized the Chicago Cubs' double-play combination: Shortstop Joe Tinker, second baseman Johnny Evers, and first baseman Frank Chance.

I am easily influenced. Compared with me a weather vane is Gibraltar.

There must be a day or two in a man's life when he is the precise age for something important.

Day after day, night after night, my life at home is far from bright, but even home has more variety, than I can find in cafe society.

To err is human; to forgive, infrequent.

Prohibition is an awful flop. We like it. It can't stop what it's meant to stop. We like it. It's left a trail of graft and slime It don't prohibit worth a dime It's filled our land with vice and crime, Nevertheless, we're for it.

Conscience: A small, still voice that makes minority reports.