Only a fool would leave the enjoyment of rainbows to the opticians. Or give the science of optics the last word on the matter.

Only a fool would leave the enjoyment of rainbows to the opticians. Or give the science of optics the last word on the matter.
The rich are not very nice. That's why they're rich.
In order to write a book, it is necessary to sit down (or stand up) and write. Therein lies the difficulty.
We are kindred all of us, killer and victim, predator and prey, me and the sly coyote, the soaring buzzard, the elegant gopher snake, and trembling cottontail, the foul worms that feed on our entrails; all of them, all of us. Long live diversity, long live the earth!
I pledge my allegiance to the damned human race, and my everlasting love to the green hills of Earth, and my intimations of glory to the singing stars, to the very end of space and time.
In art as in life, form and subject, body and soul, are one.
My job is to save the fucking wilderness. I don't know anything else worth saving.
The consolation of reading biography: Most great men have led lives even more miserable than our own.
When the biggest, richest, glassiest buildings in town are the banks, you know that town's in trouble.
We are all passengers on this little mossy ship, this delicate dory sailing round the sun that humans call the earth. Joy, shipmates, joy.
Better a cruel truth than a comfortable delusion.
The critics say that Shostakovich's Fourth Symphony has no form. They are wrong; it has the form of Shostakovich's Fourth Symphony.
One man alone can be pretty dumb sometimes, but for real bona fide stupidity, there ain't nothing can beat teamwork.
All governments need enemies. How else to justify their existence?
Let us praise the noble turkey vulture: No one envies him; he harms nobody; and he contemplates our little world from a most serene and noble height.
Night and day the river flows. If time is the mind of space, the River is the soul of the desert. Brave boatmen come, they go, they die, the voyage flows on forever. We are all canyoneers.
How to Overthrow the System: brew your own beer; kick in your Tee Vee; kill your own beef; build your own cabin and piss off the front porch whenever you bloody well feel like it.
Ah, to be a buzzard now that spring is here!
Saving the world is only a hobby. Most of the time I do nothing.