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S: Romanist

FC: Show me your horse, and I will tell you who you are.

1: Here is nobility without conceit, Friendship without envy, Beauty without vanity, A willing servant but never a slave.

2: There is no secret so close as that between a rider and his horse.

4: When we ride a horse We borrow freedom...

5: A pony is a childhood dream.... | A Horse is an adult treasure.

6: He could not be captured, he could not be bought His running was rhythm, his standing was thought. With one eye on sorrow and one eye on mirth, he galloped in heaven and gambolled on earth.

7: The air of heaven is that which blows between a horse's ears.

8: ...and God took a handful of southerly wind, blew his breath over it and created the horse...

9: In the swiftness of my darkness I whisper to Thunder, I am patient as stone, as wild as lightening, the very symbol of surging potency and the power of movement for I am the Spirit of the Horse

10: We ride and never worry about the fall...

12: The horse through all his trials, has preserved the sweetness of paradise in his blood.

13: A woman never looks better than on horseback

14: Through the days of love and celebration and joy, and through the dark days of mourning - the faithful horse has been with us always.

16: God forbid that I should go to any heaven in which there are no horses.

17: 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.

18: My horse's feet are as swift as rolling thunder He carries me away from all my fears And when the world threatens to fall asunder His mane is there to wipe away my tears.

19: She did not change the stars from their courses but she loved a good man and she rode great horses.

21: Somewhere in time's own space There must be some sweet pastured place Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow Some paradise where horses go, For by the love that guides my pen I know great horses live again.

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