Chess Is A Sad Waste Of Brains.

Great Talent Has Always A Little Madness Mixed Up With It.

Credit Is Like A Looking-glass, Which When Once Sullied By A Breath, May Be Wiped Clear Again; But If Once Cracked Can Never Be Repaired.

Real Valor Consists Not In Being Insensible To Danger; But In Being Prompt To Confront And Disarm It.

Contentions Fierce, Ardent, And Dire, Spring From No Petty Cause.

O Caledonia! Stern And Wild, Meet Nurse For A Poetic Child! Land Of Brown Heath And Shaggy Wood; Land Of The Mountain And The Flood!