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

Poetry -- even bad poetry -- may be our final hope.

If you're never ridden a fast horse at a dead run across a desert valley at dawn, be of good cheer: You've only missed out on one half of life.

Beware of the man who has no enemies.

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

It is not death or dying that is tragic, but rather to have existed without fully participating in life- that is the deepest personal tragedy.

I understand and sympathize with the reasonable needs of a reasonable number of people on a finite continent. All life depends upon other life. But what is happening today, in North America, is not rational use but irrational massacre. Man the Pest, multiplied to the swarming stage, is attacking the remaining forests like a plague of locusts on a field of grain.