When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes. – William Shakespeare, HenryV
I go about looking at horses and cattle. They eat grass, make love, work when they have to, bear their young. I am sick with envy of them. – Sherwood Anderson
Nothing in the universe is contingent, but all things are conditioned to exist and operate in a particular manner by the necessity of the divine nature. – Baruch Spinoza
