A world without open country would be universal jail.

The tragedy of modern war is that the young men die fighting each other - instead of their real enemies back home in the capitals.

In this glare of brilliant emptiness, in this arid intensity of pure heat, in the heart of a weird solitude, great silence and grand desolution, all things recede to distrances out of reach, relecting light but impossible to touch, annihilating all thought and all that men have made to a spasm of whirling dust far out on the golden desert.

Wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity of the human spirit.

Most new books drop immediately into the oblivion they so richly deserve.

Nothing can excel a few days in jail for giving a young man or woman a quick education in the basis of industrial society.

I despise my own nation most. Because I know it best. Because I still love it, suffering from Hope. For me, that's patrotism.