Tennis Is Physical Chess.

I Have Always Been Suspicious Of Romantic Love. It Looks Too Much Like A Narcissism Shared By Two.

I No Longer Idolize Reason. I Have Come To Accept That Ninety Percent Of What We Do Is Irrational And That We Spend What Little Rational Thought We Have In Justifying Our Irrationality.

The Reward For Conformity Is That Everyone Likes You But Yourself.

Consider The "new" Woman. She's Trying To Be Pollyanna Borgia, Clearly A Conflict Of Interest. She's Supposed To Be A Ruthless Winner At Work And A Bundle Of Nurturing Sweetness At Home.

We Have The Ability To Be The Athens Of Modern Times As Opposed To The Militaristic Sparta. I Remind You That The Athenians Wrote Poetry. The Spartans Did Not.