Men of the greatest genius are not always the most prodigal of their encomiums. But then it is when their range of power is confined, and they have in fact little perception, except of their own particular kind of excellence.

The person whose doors I enter with most pleasure, and quit with most regret, never did me the smallest favor.

I have a much greater ambition to be the best racket player than the best prose writer.

Genius, like humanity, rusts for want of use.

Despair swallows up cowardice.

Common sense, to most people, is nothing more than their own opinions.

Modesty is the lowest of the virtues, and is a real confession of the deficiency it indicates. He who undervalues himself is justly undervalued by others.