Underneath the inharmonious and trivial particulars, is a musical perfection, the Ideal journeying always with us, the heaven without rent or seam.
At times the whole world seems to be in conspiracy to importune you with emphatic trifles.
First be a good animal.
Nature and books belong to the eyes that see them.
Nobody can bring you peace but yourself.
Riding a horse is not a gentle hobby, to be picked up and laid down like a game of solitaire. It is a grand passion. It seizes a person whole and once it has done so, he/she will have to accept that his life will be radically changed.