To the Horse
Where in this wide world can man find nobility without pride,
friendship without envy and beauty without vanity? Here, where grace is laced
with muscle and strength by gentleness confined. He serves without servility, he has fought without enmity.
There is nothing so powerful, nothing less violent; there is nothing so quick,
nothing more patient.
Civilization has been borne on his back. All our history is
his industry. We are his heirs, he our inheritance. The horse.