It is almost impossible to remember how tragic a place this world is when one is playing golf. – Robert Lynd
The great ages of prose are the ages in which men shave. The great ages of poetry are those in which they allow their beards to grow. – Robert Lynd
Coleridge says that to bait a mouse-trap is as much as to say to the mouse, Come and have a piece of cheese, and then, when it accepts the invitation, to do it to death is a betrayal of the laws of hospitality. – Robert Lynd
It may be that all games are silly. But then, so are humans. – Robert Lynd