That which today calls itself science gives us more and more information, and indigestible glut of information, and less and less understanding.

All forms of government are pernicious, including good government.

Life is too tragic for sadness: Let us rejoice.

Original sin, the true original sin, is the blind destruction for the sake of greed of this natural paradise which lies all around us-if only we were worthy of it.

There is no trajectory so pathetic as that of an artist in decline.

The axiom of conditioned repetition, like the binomial theorem, is nothing but a piece of insolence.

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.