Human history is, in essence, a history of ideas.

There is no remorse like a remorse of chess. It is a curse upon man. There is no happiness in chess.

Sailors ought never to go to church. They ought to go to hell, where it is much more comfortable.

Lies are the mortar that binds the savage individual man into the social masonry.

It is a law of nature we overlook, that intellectual versatility is the compensation for change, danger, and trouble.

A day will come when beings, now latent in our thoughts and hidden in our loins, shall stand upon Earth as a footstool and laugh, and reach out their hands amidst the stars.

A time will come when men will sit with history before them or with some old newspaper before them and ask incredulously,"Was there ever such a world?"