No Hour Of Life Is Wasted That

We Are Stripped Bare By The Curse Of Plenty.

The Golcondas Were Considered Incomparably The Best Team In Southern India ... [but] We Defeated [them] By 9 Goals To 3. On Succeeding Days We Made Short Work Of All Other Opponents, And Established The Record, Never Since Broken, Of Winning A First-class Tournament Within Fifty Days Of Landing In India.

Socialism Is Like A Dream. Sooner Or Later You Wake Up To Reality.

Hess Or No Hess, I'm Going To Watch The Marx Brothers.

History With Its Flickering Lamp Stumbles Along The Trail Of The Past, Trying To Reconstruct Its Scenes, To Revive Its Echoes, And Kindle With Pale Gleams The Passion Of Former Days. What Is The Worth Of All This? The Only Guide To A Man Is His Conscience; The Only Shield To His Memory Is The Rectitude And Sincerity Of His Actions. It Is Very Imprudent To Walk Through Life Without This Shield, Because We Are So Often Mocked By The Failure Of Our Hopes And The Upsetting Of Our Calculations; But With This Shield, However The Fates May Play, We March Always In The Ranks Of Honor.