When I hear the word 'culture', I reach for my checkbook.

The longest journey begins with a single step, not with a turn of the ignition key.

The missionaries go forth to Christianize the savages - as if the savages weren't dangerous enough already.

Only the half-mad are wholly alive.

I wait. Now the night flows back, the mighty stillness embraces and includes me; I can see the stars again and the world of starlight. I am twenty miles or more from the nearest fellow human, but instead of loneliness I feel loveliness. Loveliness and a quiet exultation.

Running the big rapids is like sex: half the fun lies in the anticipation. Two thirds of the thrill with the approach. The remainder is only ecstasy-or darkness.

Love flowers best in openness and freedom.