In the beginning was the word, and it was spoken.

It's a landscape that has to be seen to be believed. And, as I say on occasion, it may have to be believed in order to be seen.

The Kiowas reckoned their stature by the distance they could see.

They have assumed the names and gestures of their enemies, but have held on to their own, secret souls; and in this there is a resistance and an overcoming, a long outwaiting.

In the beginning was the word, and it was spoken.

Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind upon the remembered earth. He ought to give himself up to a particular landscape in his experience; to look at it from as many angles as he can, to wonder upon it, and dwell upon it.

Loneliness is an aspect of the land.