Society is like a stew. If you don’t stir it up every once in a while then a layer of scum floats to the top.
There are some places so beautiful they can make a grown man break down and weep.
Baseball is a slow, sluggish game, with frequent and trivial interruptions, offering the spectator many opportunities to reflect at leisure upon the situation on the field: This is what a fan loves most about the game.
In the world of words, one of my best-loved tribes is the diatribe.
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.
In the American Southwest, I began a lifelong love affair with a pile of rock.
I would like to evoke the sense of wonder and magic in the reader but without invoking the mystical, the supernatural or the transcendent.
I am not an atheist but an earthiest. Be true to the earth.
What is the purpose of the giant sequoia tree? The purpose of the giant sequoia tree is to provide shade for the tiny titmouse.
If you feel that you’re not ready to die, never fear; nature will give you complete and adequate assistance when the time comes.
There is beauty, heartbreaking beauty, everywhere.
Baseball serves as a good model for democracy in action: Every player is equally important and each has a chance to be a hero.
When the situation is desperate, it is too late to be serious. Be playful.
The missionaries go forth to Christianize the savages – as if the savages weren’t dangerous enough already.
Anarchism is not a romantic fable but the hardheaded realization, based on five thousand years of experience, that we cannot entrust the management of our lives to kings, priests, politicians, generals, and county commissioners.
Representative government has broken down. Our politicians represent not the people who vote for them but the commercial interests who finance their election campaigns. We have the best politicians that money can buy.
A patriot must always be ready to defend his country against his government.
Sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul.
So I lived alone. The first thing I did was take off my pants. Naturally.
The idea of wilderness needs no defense, it only needs defenders.