I don't think I could ever settle down. I have known too much of the depths of life already, and I would prefer anything to an anticlimax.

While I am alive, I intend to live.

I have been in many beautiful places, and did not wish to taste, but to drink deep.

I prefer the saddle to the streetcar and star-sprinkled sky to a roof, the obscure and difficult trail, leading into the unknown, to any paved highway, and the deep peace of the wild to the discontent bred by cities. Do you blame me then for staying here, where I feel that I belong and am one with the world around me? It is true that I miss intelligent companionship, but there are so few with whom I can share the things that mean so much to me that I have learned to contain myself. It is enough that I am surrounded with beauty

I shall go on some last wilderness trip, to a place I have known and loved. I shall not return.

I'm drunk on the fiery elixer of beauty.

I don't think I could ever settle down. I have known too much of the depths of life already, and I would prefer anything to an anticlimax.