Where all think alike there is little danger of innovation.

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.

I find more and more, as I grow older, that I prefer women to men, children to adults, animals to humans.... And rocks to living things? No, I'm not that old yet.

Nothing could be more reckless than to base one's moral philosophy on the latest pronouncements of science.

In everything but brains and brawn, women are vastly superior to men. A different race.

Simplicity is always a virtue. One kid on a riverbank working out a Stephen Foster tune on his new harmonica heard from the correct esthetic distance projects more magic and power than the entire Vienna Philharmonic and Chorus laboring (once again) through the Mozart Requiem or Bach's B Minor Mass.

I come more and more to the conclusion that wilderness, in America or anywhere else, is the only thing left that is worth saving.