These days there's all too much coverage of pesudo-events about extraordinarily inauthentic people doing inauthentic things.

Physically, rowing was remarkable resistant to the camera... the camera liked power exhibited more openly, and the power of the oarsmen [is] exhibited in far too controlled a setting. Besides, the camera liked to focus on individuals, and except for the single scull, crew was sport without faces.

Few sports has as great a disparity between the time committed in practice and time actually spent in game or race conditions.

Sometimes the best virtue learned on the battlefield is modesty.

Always stay in with the outs.

What looked safe was not safe. What looked hard and unsafe was probably safer. Anyway, safe was somewhere else in the world.

There are only two kinds of stories in the world: those about which I do not care to write as many as 600 words, and those about which I would like to write many more than 600 words. But there is nothing about which I would like to write exactly 600 words.