I was not afraid of the press or the militants. It was uncomfortable but I was not afraid. With respect to the press I knew I knew more than they knew about city matters. With respect to the militants I understood it. I mean everybody believed in those days that they were being screwed you know that somebody was getting ahead of them.
Take care to sell your horse before he dies. The art of life is passing losses on.
Every child senses with all the horse sense that's in him that any parent is angry inside when children misbehave and they dread more the anger that is rarely or never expressed openly wondering how awful it might be.
I learned why 'out riding alone' is an oxymoron: An equestrian is never alone is always sensing the other being the mysterious but also understandable living being that is the horse.
I grew up loving horses. I was relatively obsessed starting with my rocking horse at age 2 all the way through my painting and drawing phase.
Old minds are like old horses you must exercise them if you wish to keep them in working order.