The highest treason, the meanest treason, is to deny the holiness of this little blue planet on which we journey through the cold void of space.

A world without open country would be universal jail.

We know so very little about this strange planet we live on, this haunted world where all answers lead only to more mystery.

I wouldn't trade a good horse for the best Rolls-Royce ever made -- unless I could trade the Rolls for two good horses.

A cowboy is a hired hand on the middle of a horse contemplating the hind end of a cow.

The national parks belong to everyone. To the people. To all of us. The government keeps saying so and maybe, in this one case at least, the government is telling the truth. Hard to believe, but possible.

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.