A cowboy is a farm boy in leather britches and a comical hat.

Let us praise the noble turkey vulture: No one envies him; he harms nobody; and he contemplates our little world from a most serene and noble height.

I am pleased enough with the surfaces - in fact they alone seem to me to be of much importance. Such things for example as the grasp of a child's hand in your own, the flavor of an apple, the embrace of a friend or lover, the silk of a girl's thigh, the sunlight on the rock and leaves, the feel of music, the bark of a tree, the abrasion of granite and sand, the plunge of clear water into a pool, the face of the wind - what else is there? What else do we need?

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.

What we need now are heroes and heroines, about a million of them, one brave deed is worth a thousand books. Sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul.

Is there a God? Who knows? Is there an angry unicorn on the dark side of the moon?

Better a cruel truth than a comfortable delusion.