I buy skins for pleasure, buying to keep most of the time.

A Chinese checkerboard has 121 holes
Everyday, more money is printed for Monopoly sets than for the U.S. Treasury
Switzerland eats the most chocolate equating to 10 kilos per person per year
All of the clocks in the movie 'Pulp Fiction' are fixed to 4:20
The longest possible eclipse of the sun is 7.31 minutes


If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every Shepherd’s tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move,
To live with thee, and be thy love.

Time drives the flocks from field to fold,
When Rivers rage and Rocks grow cold,
And Philomel becometh dumb,
The rest complains of cares to come.

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields,
To wayward winter reckoning yields,
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s fall.

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of Roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten:
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.

Thy belt of straw and Ivy buds,
The Coral clasps and amber studs,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy love.

But could youth last, and love still breed,
Had joys no date, nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee, and be thy love.

- SIR WALTER RALEIGH