I wouldn't trade a good horse for the best Rolls-Royce ever made -- unless I could trade the Rolls for two good horses.

A life without tragedy would not be worth living.

Simplicity is always a virtue. One kid on a riverbank working out a Stephen Foster tune on his new harmonica heard from the correct esthetic distance projects more magic and power than the entire Vienna Philharmonic and Chorus laboring (once again) through the Mozart Requiem or Bach's B Minor Mass.

Wilderness. The word itself is music.

The earth is real. Only a fool, milking his cow, denies the cow's reality.

The love of a man for his wife, his child, of the land where he lives and works, is for me the real meaning of mystical experience.

No man likes to be smoked out of his hole in February.