I know my own nation best. That's why I despise it the most. And know and love my own people, too, the swine. I'm a patriot. A dangerous man.

What ideal, immutable Platonic cloud could equal the beauty and perfection of any ordinary everyday cloud floating over, say, Tuba City, Arizona, on a hot day in June?

Belief in God? An afterlife? I believe in rock: this apodictic rock beneath my feet.

Capitalism: Nothing so mean could be right. Greed is the ugliest of the capital sins.

Good writing can be defined as having something to say and saying it well. When one has nothing to say, one should remain silent. Silence is always beautiful at such times.

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.

Liberty cannot be guaranteed by law. Nor by any thing else except the resolution of free citizens to defend their liberties.