I’d be happier on a horse,” Makin said.
“I’d be happier on a giant mountain goat,” I said. “One that shat diamonds. Until we find some, we’re walking.

The convention miscalled 'modesty' has no standard, and cannot have one, because it is opposed to nature and reason and is therefore an artificiality and subject to anybody's whim - anybody's diseased caprice

The essence of tyranny is not iron law. It is capricious law.

He moved like a dancer, which is not surprising; a horse is a beautiful animal, but it is perhaps most remarkable because it moves as if it always hears music.

A caprice is handled like a stew, and the pepper is added at the last minute.

The horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and power of movement, of action, in man.