He flung himself from the room, flung himself upon his horse and rode madly off in all directions.

Lord Ronald said nothing; he flung himself from the room, flung himself upon his horse and rode madly off in all directions

He flung himself from the room, flung himself upon his horse and rode madly off in all directions.

What we call creative work, ought not to be called work at all, because it isn't. I imagine that Thomas Edison never did a day's work in his last fifty years.

A horse is a thing of beauty... none will tire of looking at him as long as he displays himself in his splendor.

When a child, my dreams rode on your wishes, I was your son, high on your horse, My mind a top whipped by the lashes Of your rhetoric, windy of course.