“Chess is a cure for headaches.”

This long run is a misleading guide to current affairs. In the long run we are all dead. Economists set themselves too easy, too useless a task if in tempestuous seasons they can only tell us that when the storm is long past the ocean is flat again.

For my own part, I believe that there is social and psychological justification for significant inequalities of incomes and wealth.

It has been pointed out already that no knowledge of probabilities, less in degree than certainty, helps us to know what conclusions are true, and that there is no direct relation between the truth of a proposition and its probability. Probability begins and ends with probability.

The duty of “saving” became nine-tenths of virtue and the growth of the cake the object of true religion.

It economics is a method rather than a doctrine, an apparatus of the mind, a technique of thinking which helps its possessor to draw correct conclusions.

In truth, the gold standard is already a barbarous relic.

The difficulty lies, not in the new ideas, but in escaping the old ones, which ramify, for those brought up as most of us have been, into every corner of our minds.

It is the duty of the long-term investor to endure great losses with equanimity.

Markets can remain irrational longer than you can remain solvent.

Gold is a relic from a time when government’s were less trustworthy in these matters (currency debasement) than they are now.

I do not know which makes a man more conservative – to know nothing but the present, or nothing but the past.

Economics is a very dangerous science.

Like all his type, Newton was wholly aloof from women.

I was suffering from my chronic delusion that one good share is safer than ten bad ones, and I am always forgetting that hardly anyone else shares this particular delusion.

The forces of the nineteenth century have run their course and are exhausted.

What an extraordinary episode in the economic progress of man that age was which came to an end in August, 1914!

A computer once beat me at chess, but it was no match for me at kick boxing.

In life, unlike chess, the game continues after checkmate.

Chess has this in common with making poetry; that the desire for it comes upon the amateur in gusts.

Chess makes man wiser and clear-sighted.

Chess makes man wiser and clear-sighted.

There is nothing like chess to keep the brain smart, and give it a workout.

In life, play chess not checkers.

It is impossible to win gracefully at chess.