I once met a man who had forgiven an injury. I hope some day to meet the man who has forgiven an insult.

All high truth is poetry. Take the results of science: they glow with beauty, cold and hard as are the methods of reaching them.

In life, as in Chess, ones own Pawns block ones way. A mans very wealth, ease, leisure, children, books, which should help him to win, more often checkmate him

Few things are more bitter than to feel bitter.

In life, as in chess, forethought wins.

Success soon palls. The joyous time is when the breeze first strikes your sails, and the waters rustle under your bows.

Bad temper is its own scourge. Few things are more bitter than to feel bitter. A man's venom poisons himself more than his victim.