A good writer must have more than vin rosé in his veins, use more than Chablis for ink.

Whenever I see a photograph of some sportsman grinning over his kill, I am always impressed by the striking moral and esthetic superiority of the dead animal to the live one.

Each thing in its way, when true to its own character, is equally beautiful. (p 41)

Why do I live in the desert? Because the desert is the *locus Dei*.

If it's knowledge and wisdom you want, then seek out the company of those who do real work for an honest purpose.

Are people more important than the grizzly bear? Only from the point of view of some people.

As between the skulking and furtive poacher, who hunts for the sake of meat, and the honest gentleman shooter, who kills for the pleasure of sport, I find the former a higher type of humanity.