Industrial tourism is a threat to the national parks. But the chief victims of the system are the motorized tourists. They are being robbed and robbing themselves.

Industrial tourism is a threat to the national parks. But the chief victims of the system are the motorized tourists. They are being robbed and robbing themselves.
My own ambition, my deepest and truest ambition, is to find within myself someday, somehow, the ability to do likewise, to do NOTHING - and find it enough.
Indolence and melancholy: Each generates the other. If one can speak of such feeble passions as generating anything.
We judge individual man and women as we do nations and races -- by the character of their achievement and by their achievement of character.
Running the big rapids is like sex: half the fun lies in the anticipation. Two thirds of the thrill with the approach. The remainder is only ecstasy-or darkness.
A patriot must always be ready to defend his country against his government.
We judge individual man and women as we do nations and races -- by the character of their achievement and by their achievement of character.
To live life is to take risks; to always be safe and secure is death.
Remaining silent about the destruction of nature is an endorsement of that destruction.
Why I oppose the nuclear-arms race: I prefer the human race.
The function of an ideal is not to be realized but, like that of the North Star, to serve as a guiding point.
Heaven is home. Utopia is here. Nirvana is now.
Recorded history is largely an account of the crimes and disasters committed by banal little men at the levers of imperial machines.
Is it possible to grow wiser without knowing it? One hopes so. We all hope so.
Ah, to be a buzzard now that spring is here!
In art as in life, form and subject, body and soul, are one.
The highest treason, the meanest treason, is to deny the holiness of this little blue planet on which we journey through the cold void of space.
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.
In the afternoon I watch the clouds drift past the bald peak of Mount Tukuhnikivats. (Someone has to do it.)
The beauty of Delicate Arch explains nothing, for each thing in its way, when true to its own character, is equally beautiful.