Happiness is itself a kind of gratitude.

Both the cockroach and the bird would get along very well without us, although the cockroach would miss us most.

Long before I ever saw the desert I was aware of the mystical overtones which the observation of nature made audible to me. But I have never been more frequently or more vividly aware of them than in connection with the desert phenomena.

The typical American believes that no necessity of the soul is free and that there are precious few, if any, which cannot be bought.

Two-legged creatures we are supposed to love as we love ourselves. The four-legged, also, can come to seem pretty important. But six legs are too many from the human standpoint.

A tragic writer does not have to believe in God, but he must believe in man.

Love is ...not a fact in nature of which we become aware, but rather a creation of the human imagination.