Though I've lived in the rural West most of my life, I never once fell in love with a horse. Not once. Neither end.

Metaphysics is a cobweb that the mind weaves around things.

Be as I am - a reluctant enthusiast....a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic....So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, the lovely, mysterious, and awesome space.

Has joy any survival value in the operations of evolution? I suspect that it does; I suspect that the morose and fearful are doomed to quick extinction. Where there is no joy there can be no courage; and without courage all other virtues are useless.

Beauty is only skin deep; ugliness goes all the way through.

In the modern world, all literary art is necessarily political -- especially that which pretends not to be.

Chastity is more a state of mind than of anatomy.