Women: We cannot love them all. But we must try.

The very poor are strictly materialistic. It takes money to be a mystic.

Instant communication is not communication at all but merely a frantic, trivial, nerve-wracking bombardment of cliches, threats, fads, fashions, gibberish and advertising.

No tyranny is so irksome as petty tyranny: the officious demands of policemen, government clerks, and electromechanical gadgets.

Beware the writer who always encloses the word *reality* in quotation marks: He's trying to slip something over on you. Or into you.

There are only two kinds of books -- good books and the others. The good are winnowed from the bad through the democracy of time.

The fire. The odor of burning juniper is the sweetest fragrance on the face of the earth, in my honest judgment; I doubt if all the smoking censers of Dante's paradise could equal it. One breath of juniper smoke, like the perfume of sagebrush after rain, evokes in magical catalysis, like certain music, the space and light and clarity and piercing strangeness of the American West. Long may it burn.