We cannot say what the woman might be physically, if the girl were not allowed all the freedom of the boy in romping, climbing, swimming, playing whoop and ball.

Play, wherein persons of condition, especially ladies, waste so much of their time, is a plain instance to me that men cannot be perfectly idle; they must be doing something, for how else could they sit so many hours toiling at that which generally gives more vexation than delight to people whilst they are actually engaged in it?

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

If I played in New York, they’d name a candy bar after me.

One great reason why many children abandon themselves wholly to silly sports and trifle away all their time insipidly is because they have found their curiosity baulked and their inquiries neglected.

These useless men ought to be cut up and served at a banquet. I really believe that athletes have less intelligence than swine.

Hunting is all that’s worth living for—all time is lost what is not spent in hunting—it is like the air we breathe—if we have it not we die—it’s the sport of kings, the image of war without its guilt.

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

Idolatry is the mother of all games.

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

The whole secret of fencing consists but in two things, to give and not to receive.

Though the boys throw stones at frogs in sport, yet the frogs do not die in sport but in earnest.

If I lose at play, I blaspheme, and if my fellow loses, he blasphemes. So that God is always sure to be the loser.