The world exists for its own sake, not for ours. Swallow *that* pill!

Somewhere in the depths of solitude, beyond wilderness and freedom, lay the trap of madness.

When riding my old Harley a ninety per at midnight down the Via Roma in Naples, I kept one consolation firmly in mind: If anything goes wrong, I'll never have time to regret it.

Wilderness and motors are incompatible and the former can best be experienced, understood and enjoyed when the machines are left behind where they belong -- on the superhighways and in the parking lots, on the reservoirs and in the marinas.

A venturesome minority will always be eager to set off on their own, and no obstacles should be placed in their path; let them take risks, for godsake, let them get lost, sunburnt, stranded, drowned, eaten by bears, buried alive under avalanches - that is the right and privilege of any free American.

If the world is irrational, we can never know it -- either it or its irrationality.

Of all bores, the worst is the sparkling bore.