Music, when combined with a pleasurable idea, is poetry; music, without the idea, is simply music; the idea, without the music, is prose, from its very definitiveness.

And all I loved, I loved alone.

It all depends on the robber's knowledge of the loser's knowledge of the robber. - Daupin

Always keep a big bottle of booze at your side. If a bird starts talking nonsense to you in the middle of the night pour yourself a stiff drink.

...If you do not take it up with you in some way, I shall be under the necessity of breaking your head with this shovel

In [chess], where the pieces have different and "bizarre" motions, with various and variable values, what is only complex, is mistaken (a not unusual error) for what is profound

In for ever knowing, we are for ever blessed; but to know all were the curse of a fiend