I am not sure that God always knows who are his great men; he is so very careless of what happens to them while they live.

Man is a great blunderer going about in the woods, and there is no other except the bear makes so much noise.

What women have to stand on squarely [is] not their ability to see the world in the way men see it, but the importance and validity of their seeing it in some other way.

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

I am not sure that God always knows who are his great men; he is so very careless of what happens to them while they live.

The palpable sense of mystery in the desert air breeds fables, chiefly of lost treasure. ... It is a question whether it is not better to be bitten by the little horned snake of the desert that goes sidewise and strikes without coiling, than by the tradition of a lost mine.

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.