The gurus come from the sickliest nation on earth to tell us how to live. And we pay them for it.

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

What is truth? I don't know and I'm sorry I brought it up.

Of course I litter the public highway. Every chance I get. After all, it's not the beer cans that are ugly; it's the highway that is ugly.

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

The dog's life is a good life, for a dog.

I suppose each of us has his own fantasy of how he wants to die. I would like to go out in a blaze of glory, myself, or maybe simply disappear someday, far out in the heart of the wilderness I love, all by myself, alone with the Universe and whatever God may happen to be looking on. Disappear - and never return. That's my fantasy.