To underestimate one's thirst, to pass a given landmark to the right or left, to find a dry spring where one looked for running water - there is no help for any of these things.

It is no use trying to improve on children's names for wildflowers.

Even the people who have it do not definitely know what genius is.

The manner of the country makes the usage of life there, and the land will not be lived in except in its own fashion.

Over the tops of it, beginning to dusk under a young white moon, trailed a wavering ghost of smoke, and at the end of it I came upon the Pocket Hunter making a dry camp in the friendly scrub.

I do not know who sings my songs / Before they are sung by me.

Man is not himself only...He is all that he sees; all that flows to him from a thousand sources...He is the land, the lift of its mountain lines, the reach of its valleys.