I'm not (training) so much that I want to win. It's that I don't like to lose.
He gave me the ride I was hoping for. I loomed up to third, asked him a little bit, but there was nothing there.
Talent is always conscious of its own abundance, and does not object to sharing.
(December 11, 1918 - )
The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great that I thought I was in a dream.