A Quote by Ardel Wray

The horseman on the pale horse is Pestilence. He follows the wars. — © Ardel Wray
The horseman on the pale horse is Pestilence. He follows the wars.
Imagine if the headless horseman had a headless horse. That would be chaos. I would think that if you were the headless horseman's horse, you would be very confused. "I don't think this dude can see."
Yes, I think that when the Bible refers to a horse or a horseman, that's exactly what it means.
Let us be separated by wars and pestilence, death, madness but not by the passing of time.
The knowledge of the nature of a horse is one of the first foundations of the art if riding it, and every horseman must make it his principal study.
Intrinsic value follows meaning follows form follows economics follows function follows more economics follows market research.
In very deed, pestilence, and famine, and wars, and earthquakes have to be regarded as a remedy for nations, as the means of pruning the luxuriance of the human race.
As a brave man goes into fire or flood or pestilence to save a human life, so a generous mind follows after truth and love, and is not frightened from the pursuit by danger or toil or obloquy.
He was Death, and he'd ridden in on a pale horse.
There are wars, there's pestilence, there are plagues, there is corruption in religious circles, corruption in the government, when was it not?
I started looking into horse history books and came across the actual story of this half-breed endurance horseman and his painted mustang Hidalgo. I wasn't really sure if I was going to do the movie at that point.
Money was made, not to command our will, But all our lawful pleasures to fulfill. Shame and woe to us, if we our wealth obey; The horse doth with the horseman away.
I set out to become the greatest lover in Vienna, the greatest horseman in Austria, and the greatest economist in the world. Alas, for the illusions of youth: as a horseman, I was never really first-rate.
The view of the Earth from the Moon fascinated me -- a small disk, 240,000 miles away. . . . Raging nationalistic interests, famines, wars, pestilence, don't show from that distance.
At my door the Pale Horse stands to carry me to unknown lands.
I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried- "La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!
Not every rider is a horseman and not every horseman is a knight.
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