When I have pointed out one corner of a square to anyoneand he doesnotcome back withthe other three, I will not point it out to him a second time.

-Confucius or K'ung Fu-tse,'The MasterK'ung'
c.479  BC  The Analects.

Heavenly weather. If life was always like that.Cricket weather. Sit around under sunshades.Over after over. Out. They can't play it here. Still,Captain Buller broke a window in Kildare Street Club with a slog to square leg.

-Joyce,James Augustine Aloysius
  Ulysses. Legend has it that W G Grace performed the feat of breaking the Kildare Street Club window while playing at the distant College Park in the1870s.

So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Soudan; You're a pore benighted 'eathen but a first-class fightin' man; An''ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, with your 'ayrick 'ead of 'airö You big black boundin' beggaröfor you broke a British square!

-Kipling, (Joseph) Rudyard
  'Fuzzy- Wuzzy'.

Why can't a woman be more like a man? Men are so honest, so thoroughly square; Eternally noble, historically fair; Who, when you win, will always give your back a pat. Why can't a woman be like that?

-Lerner, AlanJay
  'A Hymn to Him', from My Fair Lady (music by Frederick Loewe).

I must be mad, or very tired, When the curve of a blue bay beyond a railroad track Is shrill and sweet to me like the sudden springing of a tune, And the sight of a white church above thin trees in a city square Amazes my eyes as though it were the Parthenon.

-Lowell, Amy
  'Meeting-House Hill'.

When you go out to paint, try to forget what objects you have before youöa tree, a house, a field, or whatever. Merely think, here is a little square of blue, here an oblong of pink, here a streakof yellow, and paint it just as it looks to you, the exact colour and shape, until it gives your own naive impression of the scene before you.

-Monet, Claude
Attributed, in reminiscences written in1927 by the young American artist Lilla Cabot Perry.

We keep saying old people are square. Then when they aren'töwe don't like it!

-Shaffer, Peter
  Equus, act 2, sc.31.

   Me seems the world is run quite out of square, And being once amiss grows daily worse and worse.

-Spenser, Edmund
  The Faerie Queen, bk.5, proem, stanza1.

   Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.

-Tennyson
  The Princess, pt.4, added song, stanzas 3^4.