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.

Books are like eggs -- best when fresh.

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

Wealth should come like manna from heaven, unearned and uncalled for. Money should be like grace -- a gift. It is not worth sweating and scheming for.

Humility is a virtue when you have no other.

Democracy -- rule by the people -- sounds like a fine thing; we should try it sometime in America.

What draws us into the desert is the search for something intimate in the remote.