Poetry -- Even Bad Poetry -- May

I Come More And More To The Conclusion That Wilderness, In America Or Anywhere Else, Is The Only Thing Left That Is Worth Saving.

I Would Never Betray A Friend To Serve A Cause. Never Reject A Friend To Help An Institution. Great Nations May Fall In Ruin Before I Would Sell A Friend To Save Them.

When A Writer Has Done The Best That He Can Do, He Should Then Withdraw From The Book-writing Business And Take Up An Honest Trade Like Shoe Repair, Cattle Stealing, Or Screwworm Management.

Our Culture Runs On Coffee And Gasoline, The First Often Tasting Like The Second.

What Is Reason? Knowledge Informed By Sympathy, Intelligence In The Arms Of Love.