No birdcall is the musical equal of a clarinet blown with panache.

The question of whether it's God's green earth is not at center stage, except in the sense that if so, one is reminded with some regularity that He may be dying.

Men often compete with one another until the day they die. Comradeship consists of rubbing shoulders jocularly with a competitor.

Many people have believed that they were Chosen, but none more baldly than the Texans.

No birdcall is the musical equal of a clarinet blown with panache.

If human nature eventually is going to take the place of nature everywhere, those of us who have been naturalists will have to transpose the faith in nature which is inherent in the profession to a faith in man-if necessary, man alone in the world.

There are two kinds of writers: hustlers and sanctimonious hustlers.