Silently as a dream the fabric rose - No sound of hammer or of saw was there.

With spots quadrangular of diamond form, Ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife, And spades, the emblems of untimely graves.

But war's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.

O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!

Nothing, believe me, nothing is more satisfying to me personally than getting a great idea and then beatin' it to death.

Winners take time to relish their work, knowing that scaling the mountain is what makes the view from the top so exhilarating.

I write to discover what I think. After all, the bars aren't open that early.