Ascot is so exclusive that it is the only racecourse in the world where the horses own the people.
There are only two classes in good society in England: the equestrian classes and the neurotic classes.
Beauty, delicacy and position-these were the foundations of courtly equestrianism
Ask often, be content of little, reward always.
The horse has such a docile nature, that he would always rather do right the wrong, if he can only be taught to distinguish one from the other.
...his hoofbeats fall like rain, over and over again.
On horseback he seemed to require as many hands as a Hindu god, at least four for clutching the reins, and two more for patting the horse soothingly on the neck.
The ability and intelligence is remarkable...Prince was able to walk the length of the furrow, between the growing potatoes, and when he was done you might never guess that he passed that way, so sure and careful was every footfall.
An extra pressure, a silent rebuke, an unseen praising, a firm correction: all these passed between us as through telegraph wires.
When he stood trembling with fear before the captor, bruised from falls by the restrictive rope, made submissive by choking, clogs, cuts and starvation, he had lost what made him so beautiful and free....One out of every three mustangs captured in south west Texas was expected to die before they were tamed. The process often broke the spirits of the other two.
...But why discourse Upon the Virtues of the Horse? They are too numerous to tell Save when you have a Horse to Sell.
He with a graceful pride, While his rider every hand survey'd, Sprung loose, and flew into an escapade; Not moving forward, yet with every bound Pressing, and seeming still to quit his ground.
The wind flew. God told to wind to condense itself and out of the flurry came the horse. But with the spark of sprit the horse flew by the wind itself.
My horses understand me tolerably well; I converse with them at least four hours every day. They are strangers to bridle or saddle; they live in great amity with me, and friendship of each other.
There was a rhythm to the canter. Up, forward, down; up, forward, down. It soon became pleasant. The broad warm rump felt good beneath her. The pounding was diminished, cushioned by the horse's muscles and the springiness of his hindquarter joints . . . The ridden horse was a marvel, diminishing space.
Lente, lente currite, noctis equi. Translation: Run slowly, slowly, horses of the night.
If I weren't reasonably placid, I don't think I could cope with this sort of life. To be a diva, you've got to be absolutely like a horse.
At my door the Pale Horse stands to carry me to unknown lands.
There has to be a woman, but not much of a one. A good horse is much more important.
She knew that the horse, born to serve nobly, had waited in vain for someone noble to serve. His spirit knew that nobility had gone out of men.
There is no secret closer than what passes between a man and his horse
While the grasse groweth the horse starveth.
The grey mare is the better horse.
Dear to me is my bonnie white steed; Oft has he helped me at pinch of need.
Well could he ride, and often men would say, "That horse his mettle from his rider takes: Proud of subjection, noble by the sway, What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop he makes!" And controversy hence a question takes, Whether the horse by him became his deed, Or he his manage by the well-doing steed.
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