I Don't Believe In Religion, For I

Give Me The Handling Of A Horse For Twenty Minutes, And I'll Tell You What Sort Of A Groom He Has Had.

I Must Say...that More Unmanly, Brutal Treatment Of A Little Pony It Was Never My Painful Lot To Witness; And By Giving Way To Such Passion, You Injure Your Own Character As Much, Nay More, Than You Injure Your Horse, And Remember, We Shall All Have To Be Judged According To Our Works, Whether They Be Towards Man Or Towards Beast.

My Troubles Are Over, And I Am Finally Home.

The First Place That I Can Well Remember Was A Large Pleasant Meadow With A Pond Clear Water In It. Some Shady Trees Leaned Over It, And Rushes And Water-lilies Grew At The Deep End.

Good Luck Is Rather Particular Who She Rides With, And Mostly Prefers Those Who Have Got Common Sense And A Good Heart; At Least That Is My Experience.