A love of tradition has never weakened a nation.

With the end of the Victorian era, we passed into what I feel I must call the terrible 20th century

No one ever came to grief-except honorable grief-through riding horses. No hour of life is lost that is spent in the saddle. Young men have often been ruined through owning horses, or through backing horses, but never through riding them; unless of course they break their necks, which, taken at a gallop, is a very good death to die.

I play for high stakes and given an audience - there is no act too daring or too noble.

I am always ready to learn although I do not always like being taught.

My conclusion on Freewill and predestination- they are identical.

History will be kind to me for I intend to write it.