Life: Another Day, Another Dolor.

Civilization, Like An Airplane In Flight, Survives Only As It Keeps Going Forward.

It May Be True That My Desk Here Is Really 'nothing But' A Transient Eddy Of Electrons In The Flux Of Universal Process. Nevertheless, I Find That It Continues To Support My Feet, My Revolver, And My Cigars All Day Long. What Happens When My Back Is Turned I Don't Know. Or Much Care. That's No Concern Of Mine.

The Idea Of Wilderness Needs No Defense, It Only Needs Defenders.

A House Built On Greed Cannot Long Endure.

I Wish To Be An Inspector Of Volcanoes. I Want To Study Cloud Formations And Memorize The Wind And Learn By Heart The Habits Of The Ponderosa Pine.