No man can be stronger than his destiny.

I suppose no man becomes a pocket hunter by first intention.

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 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.

Rabbits are a foolish people. They do not fight except with their own kind, nor use their paws except for feet, and appear to have no reason for existence but to furnish meals for meat-eaters. In flight they seem to rebound from the earth of their own elasticity, but keep a sober pace going to the spring. It is the young watercress that tempts them and the pleasures of society, for they seldom drink.

Death by starvation is slow.