I once met a man who had forgiven an injury. I hope some day to meet the man who has forgiven an insult.

All movement, of every creature, comes from the desire after something better.

Failure means that you would not, or could not, pay for success. Success is a matter of sale. It can (most often) be bought by a large outlay--of hard forethought--of pains--of steadiness--of the golden wisdom coined from experience. But the figure is too high for most of us. We are too poor, or too slothful, to bring the price.

In life, as in chess, forethought wins.

You will never 'find' time for anything. If you want time, you must make it.

Success soon palls. The joyous time is when the breeze first strikes your sails, and the waters rustle under your bows.

The longer I live, the more deeply am I convinced that that which makes the difference between one person and another-between the weak and the powerful, the great and the insignificant-is energy-invisible determination.

Pounds are the sons, not of pounds, but of pence.

You have not fulfilled every duty unless you have fulfilled that of being pleasant.

A successful career has been full of blunders.

In life, as in Chess, ones own Pawns block ones way. A mans very wealth, ease, leisure, children, books, which should help him to win, more often checkmate him

Few things are more bitter than to feel bitter.