Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.

True love's the gift which God has given to man alone beneath the heaven.

The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.

For success, attitude is equally as important as ability.

Chess is a sad waste of brains.

'Tis an old tale, and often told; But did my fate and wish agree, Ne'er had been read, in story old, Of maiden true betray'd for gold, That loved, or was avenged, like me!

Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.