I come more and more to the conclusion that wilderness, in America or anywhere else, is the only thing left that is worth saving.
Humans were free before the word freedom became necessary.
God bless America. Let's try to save some of it.
All revolutions have failed? Perhaps. But rebellion for good cause is self- justifying -- a good in itself. Rebellion transforms slaves into human beings, if only for an hour.
We're all undesirable elements from somebody's point of view.
The desert wears... a veil of mystery. Motionless and silent it evokes in us an elusive hint of something unknown, unknowable, about to be revealed. Since the desert does not act it seems to be waiting -- but waiting for what?
Music begins where words leave off. Music expresses the inexpressible. If there is a Kingdom of Heaven, it lies in music.
The best people, like the best wines, come from the hills.
Wilderness. The word itself is music.
Why do I live in the desert? Because the desert is the *locus Dei*.
A society that feels itself too poor to afford the preservation of wilderness is not worthy of the name civilization.
The sneakiest form of literary subtlety, in a corrupt society, is to speak the plain truth. The critics will not understand you; the public will not believe you; your fellow writers will shake their heads. Laughter, praise, honors, money, and the love of beautiful girls will be your only reward.
There are some places so beautiful they can make a grown man break down and weep.
Women who love only women may have a good point.
A house built on greed cannot long endure.
Why administrators are respected and schoolteachers are not: An administrator is paid a lot for doing very little, while a teacher is paid very little for doing a lot.
Great art is never perfect; perfect art is never great.
There is a deep, abiding, unshakable satisfaction in a life of complete failure.
As Mark Twain said, 'I love Wagner -- if only they'd cut out all that damned singing!'
Let us praise the noble turkey vulture: No one envies him; he harms nobody; and he contemplates our little world from a most serene and noble height.
I am an enemy of the State. But isn't everyone?
I stand for what I stand on.
Page, Arizona, Shithead Capital of Coconino County: any town with thirteen churches and only four bars has got an incipient social problem. That town is looking for trouble.
An economic system which can only expand or expire must be false to all that is human.
If you feel that you're not ready to die, never fear; nature will give you complete and adequate assistance when the time comes.
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