Salome had but seven veils; the artist has a thousand.

The ideal society can be described, quite simply, as that in which no man has the power of means to coerce others.

A cowboy is a hired hand on the middle of a horse contemplating the hind end of a cow.

Indolence and melancholy: Each generates the other. If one can speak of such feeble passions as generating anything.

I, too, believe in fidelity. But how can I be true to one woman without being false to all the others?

Why is it that the destruction of something created by humans is called vandalism, yet the destruction of something created by God is called development?

At some point we must draw a line across the ground of our home and our being, drive a spear into the land and say to the bulldozers, earthmovers, government and corporations, "thus far and no further." If we do not, we shall later feel, instead of pride, the regret of Thoreau, that good but overly-bookish man, who wrote, near the end of his life, "If I repent of anything it is likely to be my good behaviour.