Every savage can dance.

Respect for right conduct is felt by every body.

Ever since her being turned into a Churchill, she has out-Churchill'd them all in high and mighty claims.

Vanity working on a weak head, produces every sort of mischief.

Men have had every advantage of us in telling their own story. Education has been theirs in so much higher a degree; the pen has been in their hands. I will not allow books to prove anything.

The beautiful wooden board on a stand in my father’s study. The gleaming ivory pieces. The stern king. The haughty queen. The noble knight. The pious bishop. And the game itself, the way each piece contributed its individual power to the whole. It was simple. It was complex. It was savage; it was elegant. It was a dance; it was a war. It was finite and eternal. It was life.