In everything but brains and brawn, women are vastly superior to men. A different race.

We can have wilderness without freedom; we can have wilderness without human life at all, but we cannot have freedom without wilderness, we cannot have freedom without leagues of open space beyond the cities, where boys and girls, men and women, can live at least part of their lives under no control but their own desires and abilities, free from any and all direct administration by their fellow men.

A giant thirst is a great joy when quenched in time.

Nature, like Maimonides said, is mainly a good place to throw beer cans on Sunday afternoons.

Not all questions can be answered.

Chastity is more a state of mind than of anatomy.

James Joyce buried himself in his great work. _Finnegan's Wake_ is his monument and his tombstone. A dead end.