Give us the luxuries of life and we'll dispense with the necessaries.

Then there is that glorious Epicurean paradox, uttered by my friend, the Historian in one of his flashing moments: "Give us the luxuries of life, and we will dispense with its necessaries."

O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree.

Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt: It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.

It's faith in something and enthusiasm for something that makes a life worth living.

Men do not quit playing because they grow old; they grow old because they quit playing.