We are, finally, all wanderers in search of knowledge. Most of us hold the dream of becoming something better than we are, something larger, richer, in some way more important to the world and ourselves. Too often, the way taken is the wrong way, with too much emphasis on what we want to have, rather than what we wish to become.

Being scared can keep a man from getting killed, and often makes a better fighter out of him.

Knowledge was meant to be shared.

I do not like violence, but ours is a violent time, and there are some men who understand nothing else.

Luck comes to a man who puts himself in the way of it. You went where something might be found and you found something, simple as that.

The saddle is a place for dreaming when there's hours of trail ahead.

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