There is nothing in which a horse's power is better revealed than in a neat, clean stop.

I walk firmer and more secure uphill than down.

Our religion is made to eradicate vices, instead it encourages them, covers them, and nurtures them.

Death, they say, acquits us of all obligations.

We are all patchwork, and so shapeless and diverse in composition that each bit, each moment, plays its own game.

Let us permit nature to have her way. She understands her business better than we do.

Virtue can have naught to do with ease. . . . It craves a steep and thorny path.