Pastoral Resources

A wise man looks upon men as he does on horses; all their comparisons of title, wealth, and place, he consider but as harness.

The only sport I'm not interested in is horse racing. That's because I don't know the horses personally.

One might as well try to ride two horses moving in different directions, as to try to maintain in equal force two opposing or contradictory sets of desires.

At first I wanted to be a jockey. I rode horses in Cleveland but I kept falling off and I was afraid of horses. So there wasn't much of a future in it.

General statements omit what we really want to know. Example: some horses run faster than others.

I've been around horses, but I certainly wouldn't call myself a horseman by any means. It's a combination of being very aware of them, and not trusting them.

Give these Indians little farms, survey them, let them put fences around them, let them have their own horses, cows, sheep, things that they can call their own, and it will do away with tribal Indians.

I'm the worst rider. I'm a terrible rider. Me and horses are not a good mix. For some reason, people are always trying to get me on a horse in a movie.

I grew up on the beaches of Southern California surfing and sailing and I've always loved horses so it was part of my dream that I was able to fulfill to have horses.

I love Spain. I go back two or three times a year usually to visit friends and ride horses.

I got quite bored, serving in the bar. Since I was there, the customers wouldn't talk about women, and with half their subject matter denied them, it was: horses, silence; horses, silence.

And I ride horses, swim, do a lot of reading, writing.

I was one of the many horses pulling the wagon and couldn't escape left or right because of the will of the driver.

I looked about me once again, and suddenly the dancing horses without number changed into animals of every kind and into all the fowls that are, and these fled back to the four quarters of the world from whence the horses came, and vanished.

Even Crazy Horses is a good song, by the Osmonds. I've known many bands who have covered that. It's just a great song. I bought it in a brown, paper bag because I didn't want anyone to know I had it.

I don't know if you saw the parting of the Red Sea with the chariots on the horses, I did stuff like that.

England is the paradise of women, the purgatory of men, and the hell of horses.

One thing led to another and I didn't have to take tickets any more because I now worked for Mr. Rogers. He said if I was going to take care of his horses than I'd better learn how to ride. He was very kind to me.

I've been doing a lot of studying singing, and I'm thinking of recording an album containing all my old war horses and putting out a songbook at the same time.

I have two Iceland horses, a very hairy dog called Looney, and a guinea pig.