What Is Truth? I Don't Know And

I'm A Fastidious Sort Of Fellow, Fond Of Watermelon And Buckbrush Nuts.

Our Big Social Institutions Do Not Reflect Human Nature; They Distort It.

In The First Place You Can't See Anything From A Car; You've Got To Get Out Of The Goddamned Contraption And Walk, Better Yet Crawl, On Hands And Knees, Over The Sandstone And Through The Thornbush And Cactus. When Traces Of Blood Begin To Mark Your Trail You'll Begin To See Something, Maybe. Probably Not.

A Man Is Not Aware Of His Virtues (if Any). Nevertheless, One Hopes That They Exist.

Whenever I See A Photograph Of Some Sportsman Grinning Over His Kill, I Am Always Impressed By The Striking Moral And Esthetic Superiority Of The Dead Animal To The Live One.