We are all passengers on this little mossy ship, this delicate dory sailing round the sun that humans call the earth. Joy, shipmates, joy.

We are all passengers on this little mossy ship, this delicate dory sailing round the sun that humans call the earth. Joy, shipmates, joy.
How to Avoid Pleurisy: Never make love to a girl named Candy on the tailgate of a half-ton Ford pickup during a chill rain in April out on Grandview Point in San Juan County, Utah.
It's true: Every time you kill an elk, you're saving some cow's life.
All men are brothers, we like to say, half-wishing sometimes in secret it were not true.
Why I oppose the nuclear-arms race: I prefer the human race.
Beyond the wall of the unreal city... there is another world waiting for you. It is the old true world of the deserts, the mountains, the forests, the islands, the shores, the open plains. Go there. Be there. Walk gently and quietly deep within it. And then -
The consolation of reading biography: Most great men have led lives even more miserable than our own.
Knowing now what we have learned, unless the need were urgent, I could no more sink the blade of an ax into the tissues of a living tree than I could drive it into the flesh of a fellow human.
Under the desert sun, in the dogmatic clarity, the fables of theology and the myths of classical philosophy dissolve like mist.
A patriot must always be ready to defend his country against his government.
The beauty of Delicate Arch explains nothing, for each thing in its way, when true to its own character, is equally beautiful.
Women who love only women may have a good point.
Cold morning on Aztec Peak Fire Lookout. First, build fire in old stove. Second, start coffee. Then, heat up last night's pork chops and spinach for breakfast. Why not? And why the hell not?
A good book is a kind of paper club, serving to rouse the slumbrous and to silence the obtuse.
Page, Arizona, Shithead Capital of Coconino County: any town with thirteen churches and only four bars has got an incipient social problem. That town is looking for trouble.
Ah, to be a buzzard now that spring is here!
Freedom begins between the ears.
We are preoccupied with time. If we could learn to love space as deeply as we are now obsessed with time, we might discover a new meaning in the phrase to live like men.
I have written much about many good places. But the best places of all, I have never mentioned.
All men are brothers, we like to say, half-wishing sometimes in secret it were not true.