It is almost impossible to remember how tragic a place this world is when one is playing golf. – Robert Lynd
Were I a philosopher, I should write a philosophy of toys, showing that nothing else in life need to be taken seriously, and that Christmas Day in the company of children is one of the few occasions on which men become entirely alive. – 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
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
A furniture maker by trade, James McIntyre turned his hand to poetry in order to help others appreciate the many wonders of Canada as he viewed them. Key among them: cheese. Few could argue with his rationale; to wit, “it is no insignificant theme.” – Kathryn Petras and Ross Petras, Very Bad Poetry, 1997 [McIntyre (1827–1906