A World Without Open Country Would Be

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.

Only A Fool Is Astonished By The Foolishness Of Mankind.

Life Is Already Too Short To Waste On Speed.

Why Is It That The Destruction Of Something Created By Humans Is Called Vandalism, Yet The Destruction Of Something Created By God Is Called Development?

Life Is Hard? True - But Let's Love It Anyhow, Though It Breaks Every Bone In Our Bodies.