A Quote by Blanche Willis Howard

A horse to one who loves him is a cure for many ills. — © Blanche Willis Howard
A horse to one who loves him is a cure for many ills.
Some guys make their careers off one horse; kind of a trick horse, a wonder horse. I'm not knocking that, but for me I'm trying to get better and study. That means taking out new horses. It's a life study. When I've finished a horse, I turn him out and basically stop riding him, except taking him to the occasional branding so I can enjoy him.
Too many members of Congress believe they can solve all economic problems, cure all social ills, and bring about worldwide peace and prosperity simply by creating new federal programs.
Ink is the great cure for all human ills.
Horses are consistent and logical. The horse will do what is easiest for him. If you make it easy for him to buck you off, kick you, and run away, that’s just what he’s going to do. And more power to him. But if you make it easy for the horse to be relaxed and calm and accurate — and also have it be a beautiful dance between you and the horse — it won’t be too long before he’ll be hunting for that just as hard as you are. Whatever you make easy for the horse, that’s what he’s going to get good at.
Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
Nothing is so costly as the pursuit of a cure for imaginary ills.
A system that warehouses people is not the cure for social ills
To feel our ills is one thing, but to cure them is another.
It is some alleviation to ills we cannot cure to speak of them.
The place to cure most of the ills of society is in the homes of the people.
Real pain can alone cure us of imaginary ills.
Go home and say to yourself, ‘I am a wayward, foolish child. But He loves me! I have disobeyed and grieved Him ten thousand times. But He loves me! I have lost faith in some of my dearest friends and am very desolate. But He loves me! I do not love Him, I am even angry with Him! But He loves me!
Hope! of all ills that men endure, the only cheap and universal cure.
There is no cure for the ills of the world except the gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ.
A horse loves freedom, and the weariest old work horse will roll on the ground or break into a lumbering gallop when he is turned loose into the open.
When desperate ills demand a speedy cure, Distrust is cowardice, and prudence folly.
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