Indians Are Marvelous Storytellers. In Some Ways,

I Am Interested In The Way That We Look At A Given Landscape And Take Possession Of It In Our Blood And Brain. None Of Us Lives Apart From The Land Entirely; Such An Isolation Is Unimaginable. If We Are To Realize And Maintain Our Humanity, We Must Come To A Moral Comprehension Of Earth And Air As It Is Perceived In The Long Turn Of Seasons And Of Years.

He Used Both Hands When He Made The Bear. Imagine A Bear Proceeding From The Hands Of God.

Once In His Life A Man Ought To Concentrate His Mind Upon The Remembered Earth. He Ought To Give Himself Up To A Particular Landscape In His Experience; To Look At It From As Many Angles As He Can, To Wonder Upon It, And Dwell Upon It.

I Wonder If, In The Dark Night Of The Sea, The Octopus Dreams Of Me.

The Highest Human Purpose Is Always To Reinvent And Celebrate The Sacred.