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

Dog lovers hate to clean out kennels. Horse lovers like cleaning stables.

No ride is ever the last one. No horse is ever the last one you will have. Somehow there will always be other horses, other places to ride them.

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 which, once contracted, cannot be got out of the system. If it was not like that, there would be no hospital nurses, for compared dispassionately with other professions, the hours are long, the work hard, and the pay inadequate to the amount of concentrated energy required. A nurse, however, does not view her profession dispassionately. It is too much a part of her.

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?".