But our minds are bound to the yardstick of yesterday, today and tomorrow, and with that yardstick we try to inquire into the unknown, to measure that which is not measurable.
May the flop be with you.
A man with money is no match against a man on a mission.
The key to No-Limit. . . is to put a man to a decision for all his chips.
Everyone gets lucky once in a while, but no one is consistently lucky.
Show me your eyes and you may as well show me your cards.
It's not the cards that you have all the time that makes you a winner or a loser.
You may pluck out my eyes, but that cannot kill me. You may chop off my nose, but that will not kill me. But blast my belief in God, and I am dead.
I wanted us to share the sense that the number of wrong moves far exceeds the number of good moves, to share the frightening instability of the correct decision, to bond in being confounded.
When I was younger and in primary school, I'd do maybe a film a year, and I had to adapt to being away from everyone for a couple of months.
To-morrow I will begin, thought Katy, as she dropped asleep that night. How often we all do so! And what a pity it is that when morning comes and to-morrow is to-day, we so frequently wake up feeling quite differently; careless or impatient, and not a bit inclined to do the fine things we planned overnight.