Without courage, all other virtues are useless.

Capitalism sounds good in theory but it just doesn't work.

In metaphysics, the notion that earth and all that's on it is a mental construct is the product of people who spend their lives inside rooms. It is an indoor philosophy.

Critics are like ticks on a dog or tits on a motor: ornamental but dysfunctional.

Late in August the lure of the mountains becomes irresistible. Seared by the everlasting sunfire, I want to see running water again, embrace a pine tree, cut my initials in the bark of an aspen, get bit by a mosquito, see a mountain bluebird, find a big blue columbine, get lost in the firs, hike above timberline, sunbathe on snow and eat some ice, climb the rocks and stand in the wind at the top of the world on the peak of Tukuhnikivats.

Wilderness. The word itself is music.

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