A Mountain With A Wolf On It

Land Of Opportunity, Land For The Huddled Masses Where Would The Opportunity Have Been Without The Genocide Of Those Old Guard, Bristling Indian Tribes?

If Two People Are In Love They Can Sleep On The Blade Of A Knife.

There Aren't Many Irritations To Match The Condescension Which A Woman Metes Out To A Man Who She Believes Has Loved Her Vainly For The Past Umpteen Years.

If Human Nature Eventually Is Going To Take The Place Of Nature Everywhere, Those Of Us Who Have Been Naturalists Will Have To Transpose The Faith In Nature Which Is Inherent In The Profession To A Faith In Man-if Necessary, Man Alone In The World.

Poetry Is Engendered In Solitude, So What Better Meter For It Than The Clip Of A Buckskin Horse?