People lie because they don't remember clear what they saw. People lie because they can't help making a story better than it was the way it happened.

Hope is an echo, hope ties itself yonder, yonder.

A tree is best measured when it is down - and so it is with people.

The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.

The drum in a dream pounds loud to the dreamer.

There is a wolf in me... - I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release — out across the desert, running toward the Gulf, below sea level, to murmur its lullaby, and see the Imperial Valley rise out of burning sand with cotton blossoms, wheat, watermelons, roses, how should it know?