It's the good loser who finally loses out.

It's the good loser who finally loses out.

Now those memories come back to haunt meThey haunt me like a curse

Now those memories come back to haunt meThey haunt me like a curse

Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.

Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.

But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.

But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.

For 'tis a truth well known to most,
That whatsoever thing is lost,
We seek it, ere read more

For 'tis a truth well known to most,
That whatsoever thing is lost,
We seek it, ere it comes to light,
In every cranny but the right.

Things that are not at all, are never lost.

Things that are not at all, are never lost.

Whatever you can lose, you should reckon of no account.

Whatever you can lose, you should reckon of no account.

One of the great penalties those of us who live our lives in full view of the public must pay read more

One of the great penalties those of us who live our lives in full view of the public must pay is the loss of that most cherished birthright of man's privacy.

Hope of ill gain is the beginning of loss.

Hope of ill gain is the beginning of loss.