“It is … impossible to keep one’s excellence in a little glass casket, like a jewel, to take it out whenever wanted.”

I consider Mr. Morphy the finest chess player who ever existed.

Attack! Always Attack!

He is far superior to any now living, and would doubtless have beaten Labourdonnais himself.

He never makes a mistake; but, if his adversary commits the slightest error, he is lost.

On the contrary, it can only be conserved by continuous and good practice.

In all his games with me, he has not only played, in every instance, the exact move, but the most exact.

To my surprise I found her cheerful and free of pain, perhaps because of the small doses of morphine she was being given.

Sets you free from all bondage and all seeking.

I’m newly widowed, so I’ve gone from having a life partner, and having another brain to make decisions with

I made a concerted effort, last year and this year, to get a range of characters

Every church needs to be able to answer two questions. First, what is our plan for making disciples? And second, does our plan work?

Desire is no light thing.

When we look at women, we have to look at the significance of their work in a different way from the way we look at it with men.

So that it looks like the character has literally vanished. That’s the way you have to leave them.