Chess is a sad waste of brains.
Women are but the toys which amuse our lighter hours---ambition is the serious business of life.
Mankind — the race would perish did they cease to aid each other.
My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.
What skilful limner e'er would choose To paint the rainbow's varying hues, Unless to mortal it were given To dip his brush in dyes of heaven?
Adversity is, to me at least, a tonic and a bracer.