New York City in the spring ~ (May 21 @ 6:20 PM)
Chess Daily News from Susan Polgar
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About Author
New York City in the spring ~ (May 21 @ 6:20 PM)
Get me on a boat so I can get out of here! I need a well deserved vacation.
******* I LOVE NY *********
I grew up in NYC. I miss Manhattan Chess Club where I drew Tigran Petrosian, Marshall Chess Club where I won NYC Amateur Championship, Commercial Chess League, Metropolitan Chess League, 42nd Street Chess Club where Fischer use to play as Asa Hoffman would say, My first tournament at McAlpin Hotel where I got my first USCF rating of 1858. Memories, of the way we were :o)
What lies behind us and what lies
before us are tiny matters compared
to what lies within us.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
Emma Lazarus, Poet of the Huddled Masses
Inscribed at the Statue of Liberty Base
Liberty Island
New York, NY 10004
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh–
When care is pressing you down a bit;
Rest if you must–
but don’t you quit.
Life is strange with its twists and turns,
As every one of us rightly learns;
And many a fellow turns about,
When he might have won, had he stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow–
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than–
It seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has given up–
When he might have captured the victor’s cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down–
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out.
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt.
And you never can tell how close you are–
It may be near when it seems afar;
So,
stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit–
It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit.
Author Unknown
If you can’t be a pine on the top of the hill
Be a scrub in the valley–but be
The best little scrub by the side of the rill;
Be a bush if you can’t be a tree.
If you can’t be a bush be a bit of the grass,
And some highway some happier make;
If you can’t be a muskie then just be a bass–
But the liveliest bass in the lake!
We can’t all be captains, we’ve got to be crew,
There’s something for all of us here.
There’s big work to do and there’s lesser to do,
And the task we must do is the near.
If you can’t be a highway then just be a trail,
If you can’t be the sun be a star;
It isn’t by size that you win or you fail–
Be the best of whatever you are!
Douglas Malloch
A traveler on a dusty road
Strewed acorns on the lea;
And one took root and sprouted up
And grew into a tree.
Love sought its shade at evening time,
To breathe its early vows;
And age was pleased, in heights of noon,
To bask beneath its boughs.
The door mouse loved its dangling twigs,
The birds sweet music bore-
It stood a glory in its place,
A blessing evermore.
A little spring had lost its way
Amid the grass and fern;
A passing stranger scooped a well
Where weary men might turn.
He walled it in, and hung with care
A ladle on the brink;
He thought not of the deed he did,
But judged that toil might drink.
He passed again; and lo! the well,
By summer never dried,
Had cooled ten thousand parched tongues,
And saved a life beside.
A nameless man amid the crowd
That thronged the daily mart,
Let fall a word of hope and love,
Unstudied, from the heart,
A whisper of the tumult thrown,
A transitory breath,
It raised a brother from the dust,
It saved a soul from death.
O germ! o fount! o word of hope!
O thought at random cast!
Ye were but little at the first,
But mighty at the last.
Charles MacKay
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
“And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.”
Kahlil Gibran
Meditate.
Live purely. Be quiet.
Do your work with mastery.
Like the moon, come out
from behind the clouds!
Shine
Buddha
When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced.
Live your life so that when you die,
the world cries and you rejoice.
Cherokee Expression
You must be the change you wish to see in the world.
Mahatma Gandhi
O, with what freshness,
what solemnity and beauty,
is each new day born;
as if to say to insensate man,
‘Behold!
thou hast one more chance!
Strive for immortal glory!’
Harriet Beecher Stowe
“There is no such thing in anyone’s life as
an unimportant day.”
Alexander Woollcott
“If we are not happy and joyous at this season,
for what other season shall we wait and
for what other time shall we look?”
Abdul-Baha
We shall find peace. We shall hear angels.
We shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.
Anton Pavlovich Chekhov
“It’s a magical world, Hobbes, Ol’ Buddy…let’s go exploring!”
Calvin’s Last Words, 12/31/95
From the Calvin & Hobbes Cartoon Strip
Beautiful sunset picture.
Ack! Where did I leave my sunglasses???