The first place that I can well remember was a large pleasant meadow with a pond clear water in it. Some shady trees leaned over it, and rushes and water-lilies grew at the deep end.

If you get into the habit of being quick it is just as easy as being slow.

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.

It is good people who make good places

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.

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