And of all glad words of prose or rhyme, The gladdest are Act while there yet is time

Life, lift the full goblet--away with all sorrow-- The circle of friendship what freedom would sever? To-day is our own, and a fig for to-morrow-- Here's to the Fourth and our country forever.

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

Ninety-two percent of the stuff told you in confidence you couldn't get anyone else to listen to.

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

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.

Christmas is over and Business is Business.