A man in a cave or in a camp, a nomad, will die with no more estate than the wolf or the horse leaves.
Never, ever get satisfied; keep the carrot in front of the horse.
I grew up in the countryside, and I was obsessed with horses and wildlife.
When I was in my twenties, it felt like I was riding wild horses, and I was hoping I didnt go over a cliff.
A man in a passion, rides a mad horse.
I can make more generals, but horses cost money.
Do not confuse motion and progress. A rocking horse keeps moving but does not make any progress.
If you want to win a horse race, you need your horse to be 100%.
The masters eye fattens the horse, and his foote the ground.
You're thinking to yourself, 'How is it possible that I am going to pay back $150,000 in student loans? I'm never going to pay that back. What am I going to do?' Listen to me and listen to me good, class of 2013. I want you to think back to all of these things you said to yourself, 'I can't do that. I can't palpate a cow. And what's worse, palpating a cow or taking semen from a horse?' But you did it, didn't you?
I have two Iceland horses, a very hairy dog called Looney, and a guinea pig.
There is no country in which so absolute a homage is paid to wealth. In America there is a touch of shame when a man exhibits theevidences of large property, as if after all it needed apology. But the Englishman has pure pride in his wealth, and esteems it a final certificate. A coarse logic rules throughout all English souls: if you have merit, can you not show it by your good clothes and coach and horses?
I paint the way I do because I can keep on putting more and more things in - like drama, pain, anger, love, a figure, a horse, my ideas of space. It doesn't matter if it differs from mine, as long as it comes from the painting, which has its own integrity and intensity.
All the pale horses of the apocalypse have stormed through my life, revolution, starvation, devaluation of currency and terror, epidemics, emigration; I have seen the great ideologies of the masses grow and spread out before my eyes. Fascism in Italy, National Socialism in Germany, Bolshevism in Russia, and, above all, that archpestilence, nationalism, which poisoned our flourishing European culture.
A husband is very much like a house or a horse.
A lot of brainless unicorns swaggering about and calling themselves educated just because they can push each other off a horse with a bit of a stick! It makes me tired.
The Mongol conquests are difficult to fathom. Although their most important technology was the horse, they conquered much of the known world from China to Europe, a series of wars that killed tens of millions of people, then a substantial chunk of the world's population.
On the whole, mental archaeology was a sordid digging proposition. The evil men did endured, the good was infinitely more ephemeral. You could generally find out whether a man had been a horse-thief, or an embezzler or a wife-beater, if you worked hard enough, but acts of kindness, of charity, a gay spirit, vanished without leaving a trace.
changing horses doesn't mean the ride'll get any better!
Where they couldn't pick holes in our arguments they would drive horses and carriages through my character.