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.

Genius may be for an hour or a thousand years; its indispensable quality is continuity with the life-push.

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

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.

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

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

Ride your emotions as the shallop rides the waves; don't get upset among them. There are people who enjoy getting swamped emotionally, just as, incredibly, there are people who enjoy getting drunk.