The Hawk's Cry Is As Sharp As

A World Without Open Country Would Be Universal Jail.

I Suppose Each Of Us Has His Own Fantasy Of How He Wants To Die. I Would Like To Go Out In A Blaze Of Glory, Myself, Or Maybe Simply Disappear Someday, Far Out In The Heart Of The Wilderness I Love, All By Myself, Alone With The Universe And Whatever God May Happen To Be Looking On. Disappear - And Never Return. That's My Fantasy.

Life Is Too Tragic For Sadness: Let Us Rejoice.

Appearance Versus Reality? Appearance Is Reality, God Damn It!

I Have Written Much About Many Good Places. But The Best Places Of All, I Have Never Mentioned.