My own best books have not been published. In fact, they've not even been written yet.

There comes a time in the life of us all when we must lay aside our books or put down our tools and leave our place of work and walk forth on the road to meet the enemy face-to-face. Once and for all and at last

Apuleius married a rich widow, then wrote _The Golden Ass_.

Life: another day, another dolor.

In a nation of sheep, one brave man forms a majority.

An economic system which can only expand or expire must be false to all that is human.

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.