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.

A mountain with a wolf on it stands a little taller.

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

Poetry is engendered in solitude, so what better meter for it than the clip of a buckskin horse?

In order to really enjoy a dog, one doesn't merely try to train him to be semi-human. The point of it is to open oneself to the possibility of becoming partly a dog.

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.