I don't believe you know anything about a man like me or a country like this. It takes rough men, Miss Fair, to tame a rough country; rough men, but good men. Your father is in that class. As for you, I don't think you'd measure up, and you'll do well to leave it. You're a hothouse flower, very soft, very appealing and very useless...In the world you are going to, men want pretty useless women. They want toys for their lighte moments, and we have those women out here, too, only we have another name for them. We want women who can make a home, and if need be, handle a rifle.

The only way men or women can be judged is against the canvas of their own time.

After a few days, I mused, I would have no trouble. Whoever heard of a revolution of fat men?

When at the typewriter I am no longer where I site but am away across the mountains, in ancient cities or on the Great Plains among the buffalo. Often I think of what pitiful fools are those who use mind-altering drugs to seek feelings they do not have, each drug taking a little more from what they have of mind, leaving them a little less. Give the brain encouragement from study, from thinking, from visualizing, and no drugs are needed.

At the earliest drawings of the fractal curve, few clues to the underlying mathematical structure will be seen.

Victory is won not in miles but in inches. Win a little now, hold your ground, and later, win a little more.

There are good men everywhere. I only wish they had louder voices.