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
It may be that all games are silly. But then, so are humans. – 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
It may be that all games are silly. But then, so are humans. – Robert Lynd
No human being believes that any other human being has a right to be in bed when he himself is up. – Robert Lynd
It is almost impossible to remember how tragic a place this world is when one is playing golf. – Robert Lynd