Jesus don't walk on water no more; his feet leak.

I always wanted to be a cowboy. But alas! I was burdened early with certain inescapable obligations to world literature.

No man likes to be smoked out of his hole in February.

It seems clear at last that our love for the natural world-Nature-is the only means by which we can requite God's obvious love for it.

This is the most beautiful place on Earth. There are many such places. Every man, every woman, carries in heart and mind the image of the ideal place, the right place, the one true home, known or unknown, actual or visionary.

Every moment is precious. And precarious.

Despair leads to boredom, electronic games, computer hacking, poetry and other bad habits.