It Is Good People Who Make Good

My Doctrine Is This, That If We See Cruelty Or Wrong That We Have The Power To Stop, And Do Nothing, We Make Ourselves Sharers In The Guilt.

If A Thing Is Right It Can Be Done, And If It Is Wrong It Can Be Done Without; And A Good Man Will Find A Way.

We Call Them Dumb Animals, And So They Are, For They Cannot Tell Us How They Feel, But They Do Not Suffer Less Because They Have No Words.

Though I Am An Old Horse, And Have Seen And Heard A Great Deal, I Never Yet Could Make Out Why Men Are So Fond Of This Sport; They Often Hurt Themselves, Often Spoil Good Horses, And Tear Up The Fields, And All For A Hare, Or A Fox, Or A Stag, That They Could Get More Easily Some Other Way; But We Are Only Horses, And Don't Know.

He Has Known Joy And Violence. Felt The Warmth Of Children And The Cruelty Of Abuse. He Has Nearly Died Saving Lives And Merely Been Killed By A Drunken Act. He Has Known The Finery Of Grand Estates And The Filth Of Stinking Slums. He Has Survived Fire And Flood, Starvation And Torment. And Nothing Could Break His Spirit-or His Great Love. This Is His Life. He Is Called The Horse.