A Quote by Benjamin Franklin

A man in a passion, rides a mad horse. — © Benjamin Franklin
A man in a passion, rides a mad horse.
A man in passion rides a horse that runs away with him.
When a man's mind rides faster than his horse can gallop they quickly both tire.
There is a story in Zen circles about a man and a horse. The horse is galloping quickly, and it appears that the man on the horse is going somewhere important. Another man standing alongside the road, shouts, «Where are you going?» and the first man replies, «I don't know! Ask the horse!» This is also our story. We are riding a horse, and we don't know where we are going and we can't stop. The horse is our habit energy pulling us along, and we are powerless.
Every collectivist revolution rides in on a Trojan horse of "Emergency". It was a tactic of Lenin, Hitler and Mussolini.... The invasion of New Deal Collectivism was introduced by this same Trojan horse.
Life is a horse: either you ride it or it rides you.
How the horse dominated the mind of the early races especially of the Mediterranean! You were a lord if you had a horse. Far back, far back in our dark soul the horse prances...The horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and power of movement, of action in man!
The horse thinks one thing and he that rides him another
Every collectivist revolution rides in on a Trojan horse of EMERGENCY.
My dad is a gaucho. He wakes in the middle of the night and rides a horse for a living.
I have a secret passion for horse riding. I haven't done it for ages, but I used to have a horse. I love it; it's one of my favourite things.
Almost all men are born with every passion to some extent, but there is hardly a man who has not a dominant passion to which the others are subordinate. Discover this governing passion in every individual; and when you have found the master passion of a man, remember never to trust to him where that passion is concerned.
You either ride life or it rides you. Your mental attitude determines who is 'rider' and who is 'horse.'
The only time some people work like a horse is when the boss rides them.
The Lord's mercy often rides to the door of our heart upon the black horse of affliction.
I don't like rides. I take everything in life quite literally, and so I genuinely feel terrified on rides and liable to vomit at any moment, and I hate to vomit even more than I fear rides.
Possibly he knew, as he wrote this, that he was mad - because inside every madman sits a little sane man saying 'You're mad, you're mad.'
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