Life is like traveling in an open carriage
with one’s back to the horses — you see the path,
—you have an indistinct notion of the sides,
but none whatever of where you are going.
‘Lady Burton’, quoted in ‘The Perfect Holiday’ by Rose Henniker Heaton.
I think this must be Isabel Burton, wife of Sir Richard Burton. Not that one, the one who wrote ‘The Perfumed Garden’, the great explorer.