Compiled by RayDelColle

"Chess is a fairy tale of 1,001 blunders." ― Savielly Tartakower

"The pawns are the soul of chess." ― Francois-Andre Danican Philidor

"A pawn, when separated from his fellows, will seldom or never make a fortune." ― Francois-Andre Danican Philidor

"Remember us,
Should any free soul come across this place,
In all the countless centuries yet to be,
May our voices whisper to you from the ageless stones, Go tell the Spartans, passerby:
That here by Spartan law, we lie."
― Frank Miller, 300

"Chess is a war over the board. The object is to crush the opponent's mind." ― Bobby Fischer

"As proved by evidence, it (chess) is more lasting in its being and presence than all books and achievements; the only game that belongs to all people and all ages; of which none knows the divinity that bestowed it on the world, to slay boredom, to sharpen the senses, to exhilarate the spirit." ― Stefan Zweig

"The soldier is the Army. No army is better than its soldiers. The Soldier is also a citizen. In fact, the highest obligation and privilege of citizenship is that of bearing arms for one's country." ― George S. Patton Jr.

"The most important single ingredient in the formula of success is knowing how to get along with people." ― Theodore Roosevelt, 26th President of the United States, and former U.S. Army Colonel

Did you hear about the guy whose whole left side was cut off? He's all right now.

* Assorted Good games Compiled by rbaglini: Game Collection: assorted Good games

* Cheating: https://www.chess.com/article/view/...

* GK's Scheveningen: Game Collection: Kasparov - The Sicilian Sheveningen

I was kidnapped by mimes once. They did unspeakable things to me.

<First And Last Author
Riddle: What belongs to you, but other people use it more than you?

By 2024 India will overtake China as the world's most populous country

China currently has 1.4 billion inhabitants, closely followed by India with 1.3 billion. Together they make up 37% of the world's population.

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Is it ignorance or apathy that's destroying the world today? I don't know, and I don't care.

It's not the quantity that counts; it's the quality.

What do you call a woman who sets fire to all her bills? Bernadette.

The Young Widow

A husband's death brings always sighs;
The widow sobs, sheds tears – then dries.
Of Time the sadness borrows wings;
And Time returning pleasure brings.
Between the widow of a year
And of a day, the difference
Is so immense,
That very few who see her
Would think the laughing dame
And weeping one the same.
The one puts on repulsive action,
The other shows a strong attraction.
The one gives up to sighs, or true or false;
The same sad note is heard, whoever calls.
Her grief is inconsolable,
They say. Not so our fable,
Or, rather, not so says the truth.

To other worlds a husband went
And left his wife in prime of youth.
Above his dying couch she bent,
And cried, "My love, O wait for me!
My soul would gladly go with you!"
(But yet it did not go.)
The fair one's sire, a prudent man,
Checked not the current of her woe.
At last he kindly thus began:
"My child, your grief should have its bound.
What boots it him beneath the ground
That you should drown your charms?
Live for the living, not the dead.
I don't propose that you be led
At once to Hymen's arms;
But give me leave, in proper time,
To rearrange the broken chime
With one who is as good, at least,
In all respects, as the deceased."
"Alas!" she sighed, "the cloister vows
Befit me better than a spouse."
The father left the matter there.
About one month thus mourned the fair;
Another month, her weeds arranged;
Each day some robe or lace she changed,
Till mourning dresses served to grace,
And took of ornament the place.
The frolic band of loves
Came flocking back like doves.
Jokes, laughter, and the dance,
The native growth of France,
Had finally their turn;
And thus, by night and morn,
She plunged, to tell the truth,
Deep in the fount of youth.
Her sire no longer feared
The dead so much endeared;
But, as he never spoke,
Herself the silence broke:
"Where is that youthful spouse," said she,
"Whom, sir, you lately promised me?"

Why is England the wettest country? Because the queen reigned there for decades.

What did the full glass say to the empty glass? "You look drunk."

Drive sober or get pulled over.

And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. Luke 2:9, 10.

The Chess Poem by Ayaan Chettiar

8 by 8 makes 64
In the game of chess, the king shall rule
Kings and queens, and rooks and knights
Bishops and Pawns, and the use of mind

The Game goes on, the players think
Plans come together, form a link
Attacks, checks and capture
Until, of course, we reach a mate

The Pawns march forward, then the knights
Power the bishops, forward with might
Rooks come together in a line
The Game of Chess is really divine

The Rooks move straight, then take a turn
The Knights on fire, make no return
Criss-Cross, Criss-Cross, go the bishops
The Queen's the leader of the group

The King resides in the castle
While all the pawns fight with power
Heavy blows for every side
Until the crown, it is destroyed

The Brain's the head, The Brain's the King,
The Greatest one will always win,
For in the game of chess, the king shall rule,
8 by 8 makes 64!

"Be active. I do things my way, like skiing when I'm 100. Nobody else does that even if they have energy. And I try to eat pretty correctly and get exercise and fresh air and sunshine." ― Elsa Bailey, first time skier at age 100

"Don't look at the calendar, just keep celebrating every day." ― Ruth Coleman, carpe diem at age 101

When you die, what part of the body dies last? The pupils… they dilate.

<Luke 8:16-18 New King James Version The Parable of the Revealed Light

Jesus said:
16 "No one, when he has lit a lamp, covers it with a vessel or puts it under a bed, but sets it on a lampstand, that those who enter may see the light. 17 For nothing is secret that will not be revealed, nor anything hidden that will not be known and come to light. 18 Therefore take heed how you hear. For whoever has, to him more will be given; and whoever does not have, even what he seems to have will be taken from him.">

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What sits at the bottom of the sea and twitches? A nervous wreck.

Time is money

Time will tell

'tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all

To err is human; to forgive divine

To every thing there is a season

To the victor go the spoils

To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive

Tomorrow is another day

Tomorrow never comes

Too many cooks spoil the broth

Truth is stranger than fiction

Truth will out

Two blacks don't make a white

Two heads are better than one

Two is company, but three's a crowd

There are two sides to every question

Two wrongs don't make a right

Variety is the spice of life

Virtue is its own reward

A volunteer is worth twenty pressed men

The wages of sin is death

Walls have ears

Walnuts and pears you plant for your heirs

Waste not want not

A watched pot never boils

The way to a man's heart is through his stomach

What can't be cured must be endured

What goes up must come down

What you lose on the swings you gain on the roundabouts

What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander

When in Rome, do as the Romans do

When the cat's away the mice will play

When the going gets tough, the tough get going

When the oak is before the ash, then you will only get a splash; when the ash is before the oak, then you may expect a soak

What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve over

Where there's a will there's a way

Where there's muck there's brass

Wherever you wander, there's no place like home

While there's life there's hope

The whole is greater than the sum of the parts

Whom the Gods love die young

Why keep a dog and bark yourself?

A woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke

The Chess Play
by Nicholas Breton
A Secret many yeeres vnseene,
 In play at Chesse, who knowes the game
First of the King, and then the Queene,
 Knight, Bishop, Rooke, and so by name.
Of euerie Pawne I will descrie
The nature with the qualitie.

The King.

The King himselfe is haughtie Care
 Which ouerlooketh all his men
And when he seeth how they fare.
 He steps among them now and then,
Whom when his foe presumes to checke
His seruants stand, to giue the necke.

The Queene.

The Queene is queint, and quicke Conceit,
 Which makes hir walke which way she list
And rootes them vp, that lie in wait
 To worke hir treason, ere she wist:
Hir force is such, against hir foes,
That whom she meetes, she ouerthrowes.

The Knight.

The Knight is knowledge how to fight
 Against his Princes enimies,
He neuer makes his walke outright,
 But leaps and skips, in wilie wise.
To take by sleight a traitrous foe,
Might slilie seeke their ouerthrowe.

The Bishop.

The Bishop he is wittie braine,
 That chooseth Crossest pathes to pace.
And euermore he pries with paine,
 To see who seekes him most disgrace:
Such straglers when he findes astraie,
He takes them vp, and throwes awaie.

The Rookes

The Rookes are reason on both sides,
 Which keepe the corner houses still.
And warily stand to watch their tides.
 By secret art to worke their will,
To take sometime a theefe vnseene,
Might mischiefe meane to King or Queene.

The Paiones.

The Pawne before the King, is peace
 Which he desires to keepe at home,
Practise the Queenes, which doth not cease
 Amid the world abroad to roame.
To finde, and fall vpon each foe,
Whereas his mistres meanes to goe.

Before the Knight, is perill plast,
 Which he, by skipping ouergoes,
And yet that Pawne can worke a cast
 To ouerthrow his greatest foes;
The Bishops, prudence; prieng still,
Which way to worke his masters will.

The Rookes poore Pawnes, are sillie swaines,
 Which seeidome serue, except by hap,
And yet those Pawnes, can lay their traines.
 To catch a great man, in a trap:
So that I see, sometime a groome
May not be sparèd from his roome.

The Nature of the Chesse men.

The King is stately, looking hie:
The Queene doth beare like maiestie:
The Knight is hardie, valiant, wise:
The Bishop, prudent and precise:
 The Rookes, no raungers out of raie
 The Pawnes, the pages in the plaie.

Lenvoy.

Then rule with care, and quicke conceit,
 And fight with knowledge, as with force;
So beare a braine, to dash deceit,
 And worke with reason and remorse:
Forgiue a fault when yoong men plaie
So giue a mate and go your way
And when you plaie beware of Checke
Know how to saue and giue a necke:
And with a Checke, beware of Mate;
But cheefe, ware had I wist too late:
 Loose not the Queene, for ten to one.
 If she be lost, the game is gone.