The national parks belong to everyone. To the people. To all of us. The government keeps saying so and maybe, in this one case at least, the government is telling the truth. Hard to believe, but possible.

Recorded history is largely an account of the crimes and disasters committed by banal little men at the levers of imperial machines.

There is science, logic, reason; there is thought verified by experience. And then there is California.

It may be true that my desk here is really 'nothing but' a transient eddy of electrons in the flux of universal process. Nevertheless, I find that it continues to support my feet, my revolver, and my cigars all day long. What happens when my back is turned I don't know. Or much care. That's no concern of mine.

I do not believe in personal immortality; it seems so unnecessary. Show me one man who deserves to live forever.

Generally speaking, it's a matter of only mild intellectual interest to me whether the earth goes around the sun or the sun goes around the earth. In fact, I don't care a rat's ass either way.

The earth is real. Only a fool, milking his cow, denies the cow's reality.