In general I do not draw well with literary men -- not that I dislike them but I never know what to say to them after I have praised their last publication.

Well, well, the world must turn upon its axis, And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails, And live and die, make love and pay our taxes, And as the veering winds shift, shift our sails.

The Coach does not play in the game, but the Coach helps the players identify areas to improve their game.

With thee all tales are sweet; each clime has charms; earth - sea alike - our world within our arms.

Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.

If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.

Though the day of my Destiny 's over, And the star of my Fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find.