Life is cruel? Compared to what?

The artist's job? To be a miracle worker: make the blind see, the dull feel, the dead to live.

There are some places so beautiful they can make a grown man break down and weep.

If wilderness is outlawed, only outlaws can save wilderness.

Henry James was our master of periphrasis -- the fine art of saying as little as possible in the greatest number of words.

As between the skulking and furtive poacher, who hunts for the sake of meat, and the honest gentleman shooter, who kills for the pleasure of sport, I find the former a higher type of humanity.

Home is where, when you have to go there, you probably shouldn't.