Poets speak of hope in ladies smiles, but give me a smirk any day, I say.

Not that I haven't leaped up into the blinding light of competence now and then. It's sustaining the altitude that defeats me.

There was no limit to what one man might do, if he gave all, and held back nothing.

A tactical retreat is not a bad response to a surprise assault, you know. First you survive. Then you choose your own ground. Then you counterattack.

Poets speak of hope in ladies smiles, but give me a smirk any day, I say.

If there's no game, isn't winning a pretty meaningless concept?

Some prices are just too high, no matter how much you may want the prize. The one thing you can't trade for your heart's desire is your heart.