No hour of life is wasted that is spent in the saddle.
The wind of heaven is that which blows between a horse's ears.
When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.
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.