No one who has studied Western history can cling to the belief that the Nazis invented genocide.

If we don't know where we are, we don't know who we are.

In a way, it is beautiful to be young and hard up. With the right wife, and I had her, deprivation became a game.

Thanks to the growing strength of environmental organizations, there will always be some back country to provide us with a touch of wonder and a breath of fresh air.

Hard writing makes easy reading.

... I was reminded of a remark of Willa Cather's, that you can't paint sunlight, you can only paint what it does with shadows on a wall. If you examine a life, as Socrates has been so tediously advising us to do for so many centuries, do you really examine a life, or do you examine the shadows it casts on other lives? Entity or relationships? Objective reality or the vanishing point of a multiple perspective exercise? Prism or the rainbows it refracts? And what if you're the wall? What if you never cast a shadow or rainbow of your own, but have only caught those cast by others?

Values, both those that we approve and those that we don't, have roots as deep as creosote rings, and live as long and grow as slowly