I believe that there is a kind of poetry, even a kind of truth, in simple fact.
Of all bores, the worst is the sparkling bore.
To the question: Wilderness, who needs it? Doc would say: Because we like the taste of freedom, comrades. Because we like the smell of danger. But, thought Hayduke, what about the smell of fear, Dad?
I intend to be good for the rest of my natural life -- if I live that long.
The best people, like the best wines, come from the hills.
War? The one war I'd be happy to join is the war against officers.