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.

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

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.

For all the toll the desert takes of a man it gives compensations, deep breaths, deep sleep, and the communion of the stars.

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

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

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.