But there is nothing to be done till a horse's head is settled.

You must in all Airs follow the strength, spirit, and disposition of the horse, and do nothing against nature; for art is but to set nature in order, and nothing else.

The horse's neck is between the two reins of the bridle, which both meet in the rider's hand.

You should pull him back besides in all the lines before the quarter, just as you make the others advance.

Without knowing this, no man can dress a horse perfectly.

We no longer believe because it is absurd: it is absurd because we must believe.

Your key hobbies need to be long country walks (get some fresh air in those lungs!), masturbation, and the revolution. Between those three, you should, in the long term, stay relatively sane.

At that moment I would have welcomed spider-rats nibbling on my toes about as much as the idea of chatting with a missionary priest.

The art of reading between the lines is as old as manipulated information.

At least half of your mind is always thinking, I'll be leaving; this won't last. It's a good Buddhist attitude. If I were a Buddhist, this would be a great help. As it is, I'm just sad.

We have to hear how [Donald] Trump is the bad guy and Trump poses the problem. And it's just maddening, infuriating. I hear you. I'm totally on the same page with you.

The more complex the problems of the Nation become, the greater is the need for more and more advanced instruction.

Reserve is strength; overstatement is weakness. No one cares to hear the singer's topmost notes when the voice is 'nigh onto breaking.

The holy land was supposed to be spotless, a serious equivalent of Disneyland in which not a single candy wrapper is to stay on the ground for more than a few minutes.

Any girl that's in a professional setting has to have a certain amount of decorum, but there's always a different story going on, when she goes home.