Through music we may wander where we will in time, and find friends in every century.

There is perhaps no field aspiring to be scientific where flagrant personal bias, logic martyred in the cause of supporting a prejudice, unfounded assertions, and even sentimental rot and drivel, have run riot to such an extent as here.

Through music we may wander where we will in time, and find friends in every century.

You can tell a horse owner by the interior of their car. Boots, mud, pony nuts, straw, items of tack and a screwed-up waxed jacket of incredible antiquity. There is normally a top layer of children and dogs.

In riding a horse, we borrow freedom.

He who is not proud of his own blood is not worthy of it.