Those who fear death most are those who enjoy life least.

It's a fool's life, a rogue's life, and a good life if you keep laughing all the way to the grave.

The only thing left worth saving is wilderness.

That which today calls itself science gives us more and more information, and indigestible glut of information, and less and less understanding.

One word is worth a thousand pictures. If it's the right word.

The fire. The odor of burning juniper is the sweetest fragrance on the face of the earth, in my honest judgment; I doubt if all the smoking censers of Dante's paradise could equal it. One breath of juniper smoke, like the perfume of sagebrush after rain, evokes in magical catalysis, like certain music, the space and light and clarity and piercing strangeness of the American West. Long may it burn.

We are preoccupied with time. If we could learn to love space as deeply as we are now obsessed with time, we might discover a new meaning in the phrase to live like men.