Paradise for a happy man lies in his own good nature.

I thought of the wilderness we had left behind us, open to sea and sky, joyous in its plenitude and simplicity, perfect yet vulnerable, unaware of what is coming, defended by nothing, guarded by no one.

In the modern technoindustrial culture, it is possible to proceed from infancy into senility without ever knowing manhood.

The nuclear bomb took all the fun out of war.

It may be true that there are no atheists in foxholes. But you don't find many Christians there, either. Or, about as many of one as the other.

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.

Appearance versus reality? Appearance is reality, God damn it!