Every man has two vocations: his own and philosophy.

Every man has two vocations: his own and philosophy.
When the situation is hopeless, there's nothing to worry about.
The idea of wilderness needs no defense. It only needs more defenders.
Anarchism is founded on the observation that since few men are wise enough to rule themselves, even fewer are wise enough to rule others.
'There is no situation so bad that the cops can't make it worse.'
The world is full of burled and gnarly knobs on which you can hang a metaphysical system. If you must.
As a confirmed melancholic, I can testify that the best and maybe only antidote for melancholia is action. However, like most melancholics, I suffer also from sloth.
How long does it take to write a good book? All of the years that you've lived.
So long as they are unwilling to crawl out of their cars they will not discover the treasures of the national parks and will never escape the stress and turmoil of the urban-suburban complexes which they had hoped, presumably, to leave behind for a while.
I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those desk-bound men and women with their hearts in a safe deposit box, and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this; You will outlive the bastards.
Wilderness begins in the human mind.
All gold is fool's gold.
"Finally the moon came up, a golden globe behind the rocky fretwork of the horizon, a full and delicate moon that floated lightly as a leaf upon the dark slow current of the night. A face that watched me from the other side"
There are some places so beautiful they can make a grown man break down and weep.
Heaven is home. Utopia is here. Nirvana is now.
Great art is never perfect; perfect art is never great.
I am hopeful, though not full of hope, and the only reason I don't believe in happy endings is because I don't believe in endings.
I once sat on the rim of a mesa above the Rio Grande for three days and nights, trying to have a vision. I got hungry and saw God in the form of a beef pie.
The most common form of terrorism in the U.S.A. is that carried on by bulldozers and chain saws.
There is no trajectory so pathetic as that of an artist in decline.