There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man.

Horse sense is the thing a horse has which keeps it from betting on people.


Riding:  The art of keeping a horse between you and the ground.


It is not enough for a man to know how to ride; he must know how to fall.


The wagon rests in winter, the sleigh in summer, the horse never. 

Many people have sighed for the 'good old days' and regretted the 'passing of the horse,' but today, when only those who like horses own them, it is a far better time for horses.

No hour of life is wasted that is spent in the saddle.

People on horses look better than they are.  People in cars look worse than they are. 


Horses and children, I often think, have a lot of the good sense there is in the world. 


It's always been and always will be the same in the world:  The horse does the work and the coachman is tipped. 


Heaven is high and earth wide.  If you ride three feet higher above the ground than other men, you will know what that means. Binding


He knows when you're happy
He knows when you're comfortable
He knows when you're confident
And he always knows when you have carrots.


The wind of heaven is that which blows between a horse's ears.


Ah, steeds, steeds, what steeds!  Has the whirlwind a home in your manes?  Is there a sensitive ear, alert as a flame, in your every fiber?  Hearing the familiar song from above, all in one accord you strain your bronze chests and, hooves barely touching the ground, turn into straight lines cleaving the air, and all inspired by God it rushes on! 

To ride a horse is to ride the sky. 


There is no secret so close as that between a rider and his horse. 


A horse loves freedom, and the weariest old work horse will roll on the ground or break into a lumbering gallop when he is turned loose into the open. 


I bless the hoss from hoof to head -
From head to hoof, and tale to mane! -
I bless the hoss, as I have said,
From head to hoof, and back again!


Horses are uncomfortable in the middle and dangerous at both ends. 

It's a lot like nuts and bolts - if the rider's nuts, the horse bolts! 


A lovely horse is always an experience.... It is an emotional experience of the kind that is spoiled by words. 


I can always tell which is the front end of a horse, but beyond that, my art is not above the ordinary. 


The horses paw and prance and neigh,
Fillies and colts like kittens play,
And dance and toss their rippled manes
Shining and soft as silken skeins;...

...I heard a neigh.  Oh, such a brisk and melodious neigh as that was!  My very heart leaped with delight at the sound.


A thousand horse and none to ride! -
With flowing tail, and flying mane,
Wide nostrils never stretched by pain,
Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein,
And feet that iron never shod,
And flanks unscarred by spur or rod,
A thousand horse, the wild, the free,
Like waves that follow o'er the sea,
Came thickly thundering on,...


A horse is the projection of peoples' dreams about themselves - strong, powerful, beautiful - and it has the capability of giving us escape from our mundane existence. 


The essential joy of being with horses is that it brings us in contact with the rare elements of grace, beauty, spirit, and fire. 

All I pay my psychiatrist is the cost of feed and hay, and he'll listen to me any day.