I have told many, yet when I go down that last trail, I know there will be a thousand stories hammering at my skull, demanding to be told.

The wind was cold off the mountains and I was a naked man with enemies behind me, and nothing before me but hope.

To exist is to adapt, and if one could not adapt, one died and made room for those who could.

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

Any man can shoot a gun, and with practice he can draw fast and shoot accurately, but that makes no difference. What counts is how you stand up when somebody is shooting back at you.

Man needs so little... yet he begins wanting so much.

Actually, all education is self-education. A teacher is only a guide, to point out the way, and no school, no matter how excellent, can give you education. What you receive is like the outlines in a child’s coloring book. You must fill in the colors yourself.