Jack Kerouac, like a sick refrigerator, worked too hard at keeping cool and died on his mama's lap from alcohol and infantilism.

Life is too short for grief. Or regret. Or bullshit.

A society that feels itself too poor to afford the preservation of wilderness is not worthy of the name civilization.

Nobody has so many friends that he can afford to lose one.

The canyon country does not always inspire love. To many it appears barren, hostile, repellent - a fearsome mostly waterless land of rock and heat, sand dunes and quicksand, cactus, thornbrush, scorpion, rattlesnake, and agaraphobic distances. To those who see our land in that manner, the best reply is, yes, you are right, it is a dangerous and terrible place. Enter at your own risk. Carry water. Avoid the noonday sun. Try to ignore the vultures. Pray frequently.

Women truly are better than men. Otherwise, they'd be intolerable.

Platitude: a statement that denies by implication what it explicitly affirms.