Going to bed with Gertrude Stein, Jeane Kirkpatrick, Susan Sontag, or Margaret Thatcher: There are some things one prefers neither to do nor to have done.

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.

Three words remain that can yet stir the blood of man: the word 'rebellion'; the word 'revolt'; the word 'revolution'.

I hold no preference among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous.

The best argument for Christianity is the Gregorian chant. Listening to that music, one can believe anything -- while the music lasts.

In the American Southwest, I began a lifelong love affair with a pile of rock.

When the writer has done his best, he then should proceed to do his second best.