I've imagined great victories, and I've imagined great races. The races are better.

It's a defining difference, curiosity. I've never known a stupid person who was curious, or a curious person who was stupid.

Why do you think great leaders and great orations are coincident with wars, revolutions, and the founding or ending of governments and states? Common interests then are so clear that speeches are effortlessly drawn, but at present neither the facts nor the consequences are sufficiently clear to make oratory legitimate. This is the kind of war that will wind on and make fools of its partisans and opponents both.

From long familiarity, we know what honor is. It is what enables the individual to do right in the face of complacency and cowardice. It is what enables the soldier to die alone, the political prisoner to resist, the singer to sing her song, hardly appreciated, on a side street.

Justice came from a fight amid complexities, and required all the virtues in the world merely to be perceived.

Not surprisingly, he began to sing, and because no one in the world could hear him, and he sang without inhibition, he sang well.

The horse could not do without Manhattan. It drew him like a magnet, like a vacuum, like oats, or a mare, or an open, never-ending, tree-lined road.