Metaphysics is a cobweb that the mind weaves around things.

The ideal kitchen-sink novel: Throw in everything but the kitchen sink. Then add the kitchen sink.

But it is a writer's duty to write and speak and record the truth, always the truth, no matter whom may be offended.

A good book is a kind of paper club, serving to rouse the slumbrous and to silence the obtuse.

The artist in our time has two chief responsibilities: (1) art; and (2) sedition.

A man could be a lover and defender of the wilderness without ever in his lifetime leaving the boundaries of asphalt, powerlines, and right-angled surfaces. We need wilderness whether or not we ever set foot in it. We need a refuge even though we may never need to set foot in it. We need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope; without it the life of the cities would drive all men into crime or drugs or psychoanalysis.

When a man must be afraid to drink freely from his country's river and streams that country is no longer fit to live in.