I stand for what I stand on.

Simplicity is always a virtue.

A pretty girl can do no wrong.

Grown men do not need leaders.

Life imitates art -- but badly.

God is love? Not bloody likely.

An empty man is full of himself.

Life is cruel? Compared to what?

Freedom begins between the ears.

Life: another day, another dolor.

Not all questions can be answered.

Taxation: how the sheep are shorn.

There are no vacant lots in nature.

Only the half-mad are wholly alive.

A drink a day keeps the shrink away.

Wilderness begins in the human mind.

How can I be so evil? It ain't easy.

Wilderness. The word itself is music.

Beware of the man who has no enemies.

Man was created to complete the horse.

The hawk's cry is as sharp as its beak.

All living things on earth are kindred.

Anarchism is democracy taken seriously.

Books are like eggs -- best when fresh.

Cowboys make better lovers: Ask any cow.

It is not an easy thing to inflate a dog.

The dog's life is a good life, for a dog.

Every moment is precious. And precarious.

All governments require enemy governments.

Music is a savage art, a measured madness.

A house built on greed cannot long endure.

Love flowers best in openness and freedom.

Humility is a virtue when you have no other.

Life is already too short to waste on speed.

You can't belay a man who's falling in love.

One thing worse than self-hatred is chiggers.

The nuclear bomb took all the fun out of war.

Of all bores, the worst is the sparkling bore.

Suicide: Don't knock it if you ain't tried it.

Life is too tragic for sadness: Let us rejoice.

I have been a lucky man. But someone has to be.

A critic is to an author as a fungus to an oak.

There never was a good war or a bad revolution.

Heaven is home. Utopia is here. Nirvana is now.

I am an enemy of the State. But isn't everyone?

Without courage, all other virtues are useless.

The only thing left worth saving is wilderness.

Women: We cannot love them all. But we must try.

God bless America. Let's try to save some of it.

The distrust of wit is the beginning of tyranny.

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