No man can be stronger than his destiny.
I suppose no man becomes a pocket hunter by first intention.
This is the sense of the desert hills, that there is room enough and time enough.
People would be surprised to know how much I learned about prayer from playing poker.
For one thing there is the divinest, cleanest air to be breathed anywhere in God's world.
Nothing the desert produces expresses it better than the unhappy growth of the tree yuccas.
Man is a great blunderer going about in the woods, and there is no other except the bear makes so much noise.
The manner of the country makes the usage of life there, and the land will not be lived in except in its own fashion.
Probably we never fully credit the interdependence of wild creatures, and their cognizance of the affairs of their own kind.