Give me the handling of a horse for twenty minutes, and I'll tell you what sort of a groom he has had.

He has known joy and violence. Felt the warmth of children and the cruelty of abuse. He has nearly died saving lives and merely been killed by a drunken act. He has known the finery of grand estates and the filth of stinking slums. He has survived fire and flood, starvation and torment. And nothing could break his spirit-or his great love. This is HIS life. He is called the horse.

God had given men reason, by which they could find out things for themselves, but He had given animals knowledge which did not depend on reason, and which was much more prompt and perfect in its way, and by which they had often saved the lives of men.

There is no religion without love, and people may talk as much as they like about their religion, but if it does not teach them to be good and kind to man and beast, it is all a sham.

My troubles are over, and I am finally home.

Now I say that with cruelty and oppression it is everybody's business to interfere when they see it.

We call them dumb animals, and so they are, for they cannot tell us how they feel, but they do not suffer less because they have no words.