He spoke softly to the horse, and its ears twitched. It was funny about a horse — how much they would give for gentleness. There was no animal that r… - Louis L'Amour

The mind is a basket . . . if you put nothing in, you get nothing out.

Knowledge is awareness, and to it there are many paths, not all of them paved with logic. But sometimes one is guided through the maze by intuition. One is led by something felt in the wind, something seen in the stars, something that calls from the wasteland to the spirit.
To receive the message, the mental pores must be open. And we white men in striving for our success, in seeking to build a new world from what lies around us, sometimes forget that there are other ways, sometimes forget the Lonesome Gods of the far places, the gods who live on the empty sea, who dance with the dust devils and who wait quietly in the shadows under the cliffs where ancient men once marked their passing with hands.

A great book begins with an idea; a great life, with a determination