It may be true that there are no atheists in foxholes. But you don't find many Christians there, either. Or, about as many of one as the other.

Guns don't kill people; people kill people. Of course, people with guns kill more people. But that's only natural. It's hard. But it's fair.

I've never yet read a review of one of my own books that I couldn't have written much better myself.

A man on foot, on horseback or on a bicycle will see more, feel more, enjoy more in one mile than the motorized tourists can in a hundred miles.

It's a fool's life, a rogue's life, and a good life if you keep laughing all the way to the grave.

Man's deliberate destruction of his own habitat -- planet Earth -- could serve as a mighty theme for a mighty book worthy of a modern Melville or Tolstoy. But our best fictioneers confine themselves to domestic drama -- soap opera with literary trimmings.

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