Smiles form the channels of a future tear.

Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.

One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine.

Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair spirit for my minister

Tis an old lesson; time approves it true, And those who know it best, deplore it most; When all is won that all desire to woo, The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost.

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

And life 's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.