The fascination of shooting as a sport depends almost wholly on whether you are at the right or wrong end of a gun.

A win always seems shallow: it is the loss that is so profound and suggests nasty infinities.

Idolatry is the mother of all games.

I do love cricket—it’s so very English.

Gambling is the child of avarice, the brother of iniquity, and the father of mischief.

Courage and grace is a formidable mixture. The only place to see it is in the bullring.

Let me tell you what I think of bicycling. I think it has done more to emancipate women than anything else in the world: it gives women a feeling of freedom and self-reliance. I stand and rejoice every time I see a woman ride by on a wheel. The picture of free, untrammeled womanhood.

A brilliant boxing match, quicksilver in its motions, transpiring far more rapidly than the mind can absorb, can have the power that Emily Dickinson attributed to great poetry: you know it’s great when it takes the top of your head off.

A passion for horses, players, and gladiators seems to be the epidemic folly of the times. The child receives it in his mother’s womb; he brings it with him into the world, and in a mind so possessed, what room for science, or any generous purpose?

Two things only the people anxiously desire, bread and the circus games.

No human being is innocent, but there is a class of innocent human actions called games.

I never yet could make out why men are so fond of hunting; they often hurt themselves, often spoil good horses, and tear up the fields—and all for a hare or a fox or a stag that they could get more easily some other way.

The true mission of American sports is to prepare young men for war.