A great chessplayer is not a great man, for he leaves the world as he found it.

Genius only leaves behind it the monuments of its strength.

Those who have the largest hearts have the soundest understandings; and they are the truest philosophers who can forget themselves.

The more a man writes, the more he can write.

First impressions are often the truest, as we find (not unfrequently) to our cost when we have been wheedled out of them by plausible professions or actions. A man's look is the work of years, it is stamped on his countenance by the events of his whole life, nay, more, by the hand of nature, and it is not to be got rid of easily.

The smallest pain in our little finger gives us more concern than the destruction of millions of our fellow beings.

If we are long absent from our friends, we forget them; if we are constantly with them, we despise them.