No more we meet in yonder bowers Absence has made me prone to roving; But older, firmer hearts than ours, Have found monotony in loving. – Lord (George Gordon) Byron
It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts. After death they take on a firmer outline and then cease to change. – Sidonie Gabrielle Colette
The number of shots taken by an opponent who is out of sight is equal to the square root of the sum of the number of curses heard plus the number of swishes. – Michael Green, The Art of Coarse Golf, 1975