Modern cyberspace is a deadly festering swamp, teeming with dangerous programs such as 'viruses,' 'worms,' 'Trojan horses' and 'licensed Microsoft software' that can take over your computer and render it useless.
You don't need a pack of wild horses to learn how to make a sandwich.
We're wild horses. We're going to eat your food, knock down your tent and poop on your shoes. We're protected by federal law, just like Richard Nixon.
The chief contribution made by white men of the Americas to the folk songs of the world ——- the cowboy songs of Texas and the West ——- are rhythmed to the walk, the trot, and the gallop of horses.
Man's highest joy is in victory: to conquer one's enemies; to pursue them; to deprive them of their possessions; to make their beloved weep; to ride on their horses; and to embrace their wives and daughters.
Water polo would be much more interesting if they hadn't gotten rid of the horses.
In training horses, one trains himself
So, I have my own horse and two ponies. I grew up around horses, and that really is my passion.
Tell the story, gather the events, repeat them. Pattern is a matter of upkeep. Otherwise the weave relaxes back to threads picked up by birds to make their nests. Repeat, or the story will fall and all the king's horses and all the king's men. . . . Repeat, and cradle the pieces carefully, or events will scatter like marbles on a wooden floor.
But I do love horses. They are such an expression of joy.
I drive my own horses in a race. And I always have.
I cannot imagine my life without horses. They have been my teachers, my friends, my business partners and my entertainment.
Some of my best leading men have been dogs and horses.
A team of horses cannot overtake a word that has left the mouth.
My horses are my friends, not my slaves.
What we feel most has no name but amber, archers, cinnamon, horses and birds.
I used to have a pony but I outgrew it and I do dream that one day I will live in the country and have lots of horses and be like a proper English lady who goes hunting and everything.
I loved riding bikes and horses. I was eight when I started having lessons, and when my father bought me my own horse I couldn't wait to go off on my own.
I spent all my youth with horses.
Brendan O’Meara’s Six Weeks in Saratoga is a victory to be savored by those who treasure good writing in general and tales of the track in particular. Horses may win races, but they also win hearts as this impressive book proves beyond doubt. A memorable, sure-footed debut.