We should every night call ourselves to an account; What infirmity have I mastered today? What passions opposed? What temptation resisted? What virtue acquired? Our vices will abort of themselves if they be brought every day to the shrift.
We all have strength enough to endure the misfortunes of others.
Let us so live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.
The problem with people who have no vices is that generally you can be pretty sure they're going to have some pretty annoying virtues.
What can you say about a society that says that God is dead and Elvis is alive?
The roses, the lovely notes, the dining and dancing are all welcome and splendid. But when the Godiva is gone, the gift of real love is having someone who'll go the distance with you. Someone who, when the wedding day limo breaks down, is willing to share a seat on the bus.
A chess genius is a human being who focuses vast, little-understood mental gifts and labors on an ultimately trivial human enterprise.