A crude meal, no doubt, but the best of all sauces is hunger.

Wilderness begins in the human mind.

There are two kinds of people I cannot abide: bigots and any well-organized ethnic group.

Men love their ideas more than their lives. And the more preposterous the idea, the more eager they are to die for it. And to kill for it.

There are some places so beautiful they can make a grown man break down and weep.

The consolation of reading biography: Most great men have led lives even more miserable than our own.

I have been called a curmudgeon, which my obsolescent dictionary defines as a "surly, illmannered, badtempered fellow." ... Nowadays, curmudgeon is likely to refer to anyone who hates hypocrisy, cant, sham, dogmatic ideologies, the pretenses and evasions of euphemism, and has the nerve to point out unpleasant facts and takes the trouble to impale these sins on the skewer of humor and roast them over the fires of empiric fact, common sense, and native intelligence. In this nation of bleating sheep and braying jackasses, it then becomes an honor to be labeled curmudgeon.