Three words remain that can yet stir the blood of man: the word 'rebellion'; the word 'revolt'; the word 'revolution'.

I intend to be good for the rest of my natural life -- if I live that long.

War: First day in the U.S. Army, the government placed a Bible in my left hand, a bayonet in the other.

There comes a point, in literary objectivity, when the author's self- effacement is hard to distinguish from moral cowardice.

Wilderness. The word itself is music.

A man's duty? To be ready -- with rifle or rood -- to defend his home when the showdown comes.

Life without music would be an intolerable insult.