Show me your horse and I will tell you what you are.
Riding turns 'I wish' into 'I can'.
For what the horse does under compulsion, as Simon also observes, is done without understanding; and there is no beauty in it either, any more than if one should whip and spur a dancer.
If you have seen nothing but the beauty of their markings and limbs, their true beauty is hidden from you.
Every horse thinks its own pack heaviest.
(June 19, 1608 - August 16, 1661)
Definitely not the way to start the season.
(December 17, 1968 - )
We've been searching for reliable weather technology for some time.
I don't like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there