Well you learn from making mistakes. It's that simple.

The horse is a great equalizer, he doesn't care how good looking you are, or how rich you are or how powerful you are-- he takes you for how you make him feel.

Horses are incredibly forgiving. They fill in places we're not capable of filling ourselves.

The horse saved my life, so that's kind of why I'll spend the rest of mine trying to help them.

I’ve always wanted to do the right thing by a horse, that’s never changed, its just that as my knowledge grew I’ve been able to offer the horse a better human being, as time has gone on.

There are things that the horse did for me that a human couldn't have done.

Whether it's horses or whatever it is you do, it doesn't become an art until your soul goes into what you do.

It is all about the quality of the communication, not the quantity.

When you find that the horse is compelled and interested in you, something in you changes. That can be healing or move you deeply.

You try to do as little as you can, but you need to do as much as is necessary to get a result. When you get a result, you do less.

The horse can just be a great vehicle for some people to overcome things in their life that they might not be able to overcome otherwise.

I hate the sound of the world outside. Because everybody here can't wait to come and say goodbye...

One thing we knew for certain- despite all our certainties, it was very difficult to guess what one individual was thinking at any given moment.

Of all God's creatures there is only one that cannot be made the slave of the lash. That one is the cat. If man could be crossed with the cat it would improve man but it would deteriorate the cat.

What is food to one man is bitter poison to others.

Is there a chance? A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel? A reason to fight? Is there a chance you may change your mind? Or are we ashes and wine?

I was born to poor because of honest parents.

Think of how we challenged the impression that we taxed for its own sake and that we were hostile to business. We were right to change.

She wasn't much to look at but she was something to think about.

God is present everywhere, and every person is His work.

Music is the language of God. God's language, music, is not like mathematics or geometry. It is a language of love. If we love music, that is enough.