One Day Is Worth A Thousand Tomorrows.

Poverty Wants Some Things, Luxury Many Things, Avarice All Things

He That Best Understands The World, Least Likes It

In Reality, There Is, Perhaps, No One Of Our Natural Passions So Hard To Subdue As Pride. Disguise It, Struggle With It, Beat It Down, Stifle It, Mortify It As Much As One Pleases, It Is Still Alive, And Will Every Now And Then Peep Out And Show Itself; You Will See It, Perhaps, Often In This History; For, Even If I Could Conceive That I Had Completely Overcome It, I Should Probably Be Proud Of My Humility.

That Which Resembles Most Living One's Life Over Again, Seems To Be To Recall All The Circumstances Of It; And, To Render This Remembrance More Durable, To Record Them In Writing.

Chess Is So Interesting In Itself, As Not To Need The View Of Gain To Induce Engaging In It; And Thence It Is Never Played For Money