The night I filled an inside straight: Even a blind hog's gonna root up an acorn once in a while.

Is there a God? Who knows? Is there an angry unicorn on the dark side of the moon?

The best thing about graduating from the university was that I finally had time to sit on a log and read a good book.

The consolation of reading biography: Most great men have led lives even more miserable than our own.

I was once invited to take part in a heroic, possibly fatal enterprise, but I declined, mainly on account of sloth.

May your rivers flow without end... down into a desert of red rock, blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless stone, and down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs... where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you-beyond that next turning of the canyon walls.

I now find the most marvelous things in the everyday, the ordinary, the common, the simple and tangible.