Our job is to record, each in his own way, this world of light and shadow and time that will never come again exactly as it is today.

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.

I always wanted to be a cowboy. But alas! I was burdened early with certain inescapable obligations to world literature.

Freedom begins between the ears.

The writer concerned more with technique than truth becomes a technician, not an artist.

Wilderness begins in the human mind.

The world of employer and employee, like that of master and slave, debases both.