We dominate a horse by mind over matter. We could never do it by brute strength.

Nothing that ever happens in life can take away the fact that I am me. So I have to go on being me.

You and your horse. His strength and beauty. Your knowledge and patience and determination and understanding and love. That's what fuses the two of you onto this marvelous partnership that makes you wonder, "What can heaven offer any better then what I have here on earth?".

Riding is a complicated joy. You learn something each time. It is never quite the same, and you never know it all.

Nursing is a kind of mania; a fever in the blood; an incurable disease.

If you have it, it is for life. It is a disease for which there is no cure. You will go on riding even after they have to haul you on a comfortable wise old cob, with feet like inverted buckets and a back like a fireside chair... when I can't ride anymore, I shall still keep horses as long as I can hobble about with a bucket and a wheelbarrow. When I can't hobble, I shall roll my wheelchair out to the fence of the field where my horses graze, and watch them.

Come to the stable. Come to where the horses are, and the sweet, grainy, pungent smells.