Poetry Is All That Is Worth Remembering

A Great Chess-player Is Not A Great Man, For He Leaves The World As He Found It. No Act Terminating In Itself Constitutes Greatness. This Will Apply To All Displays Of Power Or Trials Of Skill, Which Are Confined To The Momentary, Individual Effort, And Construct No Permanent Image Or Trophy Of Themselves Without Them

If Mankind Had Wished For What Is Right, They Might Have Had It Long Ago.

Pride Erects A Little Kingdom Of Its Own, And Acts As Sovereign In It.

They Are The Only Honest Hypocrites, Their Life Is A Voluntary Dream, A Studied Madness.

Despair Swallows Up Cowardice.