For women, the sexual act is a means to a higher end. For a man, it is an end in itself.

What did Jesus say to the headwaiter at the Last Supper? 'Separate checks, please.'

The national parks belong to everyone. To the people. To all of us. The government keeps saying so and maybe, in this one case at least, the government is telling the truth. Hard to believe, but possible.

The love of a man for his wife, his child, of the land where he lives and works, is for me the real meaning of mystical experience.

The love of wilderness is more than a hunger for what is always beyong reach; it is also an expression of loyalty to the earth, the earth which bore us and sustains us, the only paradise we shall ever know, the only paradise we ever need, if only we had the eyes to see.

There are only two kinds of books -- good books and the others. The good are winnowed from the bad through the democracy of time.

We know this apodictic rock beneath our feet. That dogmatic sun above our heads. The world of dreams, the agony of love and the foresight of death. That is all we know. And all we need to know? Challenge that statement.