Chess is a curse upon a man.

We can't have any weak or silly. Life is real again, and the useless and cumbersome and mischievous have to die. They ought to die. They ought to be willing to die. It's a sort of disloyalty, after all, to live and taint the race.

They haven't any spirit in them - no proud dreams and no proud lusts; and a man who hasn't one or the other-Lord! What is he but funk and precautions.

I write to cover a frame of ideas.

Only people who are well off can be - complex.

I was never a great amorist, though I have loved several people very deeply.

A biography should be a dissection and demonstration of how a particular human being was made and worked.