Horses Lend Us The Wings We Lack.

The First Step To Wisdom Is To Be Sure One Says And Does What One Believes.

From Serenity Comes Gentleness, Comes Lasting Strength.

Riding Turns 'i Wish Into 'i Can'.

The Child Who Ran Weeping To You With A Cut Finger Is Now Brought Home, Smiling Gamely, With A Broken Collarbone And Incredible Contusions- 'it Wasn't Jezebels Fault, Dad.'

If Your Sister Is In A Tearing Hurry To Go Out And Cannot Catch Your Eye, She's Wearing Your Best Sweater.