For this world that men have made, none of us is bad enough. For the world that made us, none is good enough.

Fence straddlers have no balls. In compensation, however, they enjoy a comfortable seat and can retreat swiftly, when danger threatens, to either side of the fence. There is something to be said for every position.

Though I've lived in the rural West most of my life, I never once fell in love with a horse. Not once. Neither end.

Our “neoconservatives” are neither new nor conservative, but old as Babylon and evil as Hell.

Beware of your wishes: They will probably come true.

The one thing ... that is truly ugly is the climate of hate and intimidation, created by a noisy few, which makes the decent majority reluctant to air in public their views on anything controversial. ... Where all pretend to be thinking alike, it's likely that no one is thinking at all.

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.