Never to talk to ones self is a form of hypocrisy
The world is a bundle of hay, Mankind are the asses that pull, Each tugs in a different way And the greatest of all is John Bull!
Yet I did love thee to the last, As ferverently as thou, Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now.
No hand can make the clock strike for me the hours that are passed.
In solitude, where we are least alone.
Life is too short for chess.