My Aunt Ida At Age Eighty-three: 'yeah,'

If You're Never Ridden A Fast Horse At A Dead Run Across A Desert Valley At Dawn, Be Of Good Cheer: You've Only Missed Out On One Half Of Life.

If Wilderness Is Outlawed, Only Outlaws Can Save Wilderness.

Industrialism, Whether Of The Capitalist Or Socialist Coloration, Is The Basic Tyrant Of The Modern Age.

The Only Thing Left Worth Saving Is Wilderness.

I Wouldn't Trade A Good Horse For The Best Rolls-royce Ever Made -- Unless I Could Trade The Rolls For Two Good Horses.