Chess Is The Touchstone Of Intellect.

Those Who Hope For No Other Life Are Dead Even For This.

We Will Burn That Bridge When We Come To It.

Stones Are Mute Teachers; They Silence The Observer, And The Most Valuable Lesson We Learn From Them We Cannot Communicate.

Mediocrity Has No Greater Consolation Than In The Thought That Genius Is Not Immortal.

[nature's] Crown Is Love. Only Through Love Can We Come Near Her. She Puts Gulfs Between All Things, And All Things Strive To Be Interfused. She Isolates Everything, That She May Draw Everything Together. With A Few Draughts From The Cup Of Love She Repays For A Life Full Of Trouble.