Everything I Ever Needed To Know I Learned From A Horse An His Boy By C S Lewis (Part 2 of 2)

All that galloping for a day and a night, like in stories, can’t really be done. It must be walk and trot: but brisk trots and short walks. *** One of the worst results of being a slave and being forced to do things is that when there is no-one to force you any more you find you have almost lost the power of forcing yourself. *** If you do one good deed, your reward usually is to be set to do another and harder and better one. *** I have now lived a hundred and nine winters in this world and have never yet met any such thing as Luck. *** There is something about this that I do not understand: but if ever we need to know it, you may be sure that we shall. *** It would be better to stay and say we’re sorry than to go back. *** You’re not quite the great horse you had come to think, from living among poor dumb horses. Of course you were braver and cleverer than them. You could hardly help being that. It doesn’t follow that you’ll be anyone very special here. But as long as you know you’re nobody very special, you’ll be a very decent sort of horse, on the whole, and taking one thing with another. *** Goat’s milk is rather a shock when you’re not used to it. *** I tell no-one any story but his own. *** There are some things that take a lot of getting used to. *** If you would not be taken for a traitor, try not to hear what’s meant for other ears. *** A boy in battle is a danger only to his own side. ***  He would not be your son if he did not inherit your conditions. *** Happy the horse that knows he’s a fool while he is still young. *** No-one is told any story but their own. *** Even a traitor may mend. *** I have no stomach for killing men in cold blood. *** Never taunt a man save when he is stronger than you: then as you please. *** Your doom is very near, but you may still avoid it. Forget your pride (what have you to be proud of?) and your anger (who has done you wrong?) and accept the mercy of these good kings. *** The king’s under the law, for it’s the law makes him a king. *** It’s princes have all the fun. *** This is what it means to be King: to be first in every desperate attack, and last in every desperate retreat, and when there’s hunger in the land (as must be now and then in bad years) to wear finer clothes and laugh louder over a scantier meal than any man in your land.