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
It is almost impossible to remember how tragic a place this world is when one is playing golf. – 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
A particular face shows determination merely by the turn of the moustache; but the moustache is robbed of all its expression unless it be worn by itself. Accompanied by the other parts of the beard, it loses its originality, it ceases to be a marked characteristic of will or temper. – Charles Blanc, Art in Ornament and Dress, 1875