Man learned to resort to the dance when he felt helpless or fragmentary, when he felt dislocated in his universe.

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.

Life set itself to new processions of seed-time and harvest, the skin newly turned to seasonal variations, the very blood humming to new altitudes.

Man learned to resort to the dance when he felt helpless or fragmentary, when he felt dislocated in his universe.

This is the sense of the desert hills, that there is room enough and time enough

All mountain streets have streams to thread them, or deep grooves where a stream might run. You would do well to avoid that range uncomforted by singing floods. You will find it forsaken of most things but beauty and madness and death and God.

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.