We need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope.

Wilderness. The word itself is music.

Life imitates art -- but badly.

Nothing can excel a few days in jail for giving a young man or woman a quick education in the basis of industrial society.

The knowledge that refuge is available, when and if needed, makes the silent inferno of the desert more easily bearable. Mountains complement desert as desert complements city, as wilderness complements and completes civilization.

In order to write a book, it is necessary to sit down (or stand up) and write. Therein lies the difficulty.

As between the skulking and furtive poacher, who hunts for the sake of meat, and the honest gentleman shooter, who kills for the pleasure of sport, I find the former a higher type of humanity.