Poker is a microcosm of all we admire and disdain about capitalism and democracy. It can be rough-hewn or polished, warm or cold, charitable and caring, or hard and impersonal, fickle and elusive, but ultimately it is fair, and right, and just. – Lou Krieger
Poetry,—the language of the Imagination and the Passions,—the oldest and most beauteous offspring of Literature. – Frederick Hinde, Poetry, a lecture delivered in London on the evening of April 8
