When the land is cultivated entirely by the spade, and no horses are kept, a cow is kept for every three acres of land.
You know horses are smarter than people. You never heard of a horse going broke betting on people.
Did you ever see an unhappy horse? Did you ever see bird that had the blues? One reason why birds and horses are not unhappy is because they are not trying to impress other birds and horses.
If wishes were horses, there would be an easy explanation for all this horseshit
I cannot say that I am descended from the bastards of Oliver Cromwell, or his courtiers, or from the Puritans who punish their horses for breaking the Sabbath, or from those who persecuted Quakers and burned the witches.
England is a paradise for women, and hell for horses: Italy is a paradise for horses, hell for women.
Four blessings upon you - Older whiskey - Younger women - Faster horses - More money
Vanity costs money, labor, horses, men, women, health and peace, and is still nothing at last,--a long way leading nowhere.
Horse sense is a good judgement which keeps horses from betting on people.
I grew up with an idealized version of the sport, that people do it because they love horses. I guess that's just a romantic illusion.
God forbid that I should go to any Heaven in which there are no horses.
The essential joy of being with horses is that it brings us in contact with the rare elements of grace, beauty, spirit, and fire.
Horses and children, I often think, have a lot of the good sense there is in the world.
Horses change lives. They give our young people confidence and self esteem. They provide peace and tranquility to troubled souls- they give us hope!
The real work of men was hunting meat. The invention of agriculture was a giant step in the wrong direction, leading to serfdom, cities, and empire. From a race of hunters, artists, warriors, and tamers of horses, we degraded ourselves to what we are now: clerks, functionaries, laborers, entertainers, processors of information
England is a paradise for women and hell for horses; Italy is a paradise for horses, hell for women, as the proverb goes.
Beautiful gates, houses and palaces, solidly built forts, elephants, saddled horses, hundreds of thousands of uncounted armies - none of these will go along with anyone in the end, and yet, the fools bother themselves to exhaustion with these, and then die.
People on horses look better than they are. People in cars look worse than they are.
One reason why birds and horses are happy is because they are not trying to impress other birds and horses.
Such a fatigue of adjectives, a drone of alliterations, a huffing of hyphenated words hurdling the meter like tired horses. Such a faded upholstery of tears, stars, bells, bones, flood and blooda thud of consonants in tongue, night, dark, dust, seed, wound and wind.
England is the paradise of women, the purgatory of men, and the hell of horses.
Mules are always boasting that their ancestors were horses.
As it would be great folly to shoe horses, as Nero did, with gold, so it is to spend time in trifles.
When Imam Ali, marching at the head of his army towards Syria, reached Ambar, the landlords of the place came out to meet him in zeal of their love, faithfulness and respect, no sooner had they seen Imam Ali they got down from their horses and started running in front of him. Imam Ali asked the reason of their strange actions. They replied that it was their custom to show their love and respect in that way. Imam Ali replied: "By God, by your action you do no good whatsoever to your rulers but you tire yourself and put yourself in toils in this world and in trouble in the next. How unfortunate is that exertion, which brings harm here and in the Hereafter and how useful is that ease which keeps you in comfort in this world and away from the Hell in the next.
Hunting, fishing, drawing, and music occupied my every moment; cares I knew not, and cared naught about them. I purchased excellent and beautiful horses, visited all such neighbors as I found congenial spirits, and was as happy as happy could be.