Actually, all education is self-education. A teacher is only a guide, to point out the way, and no school, no matter how excellent, can give you educ… - Louis L'Amour

Nothing is quite so beautiful as when you share it with it with someone else. There is no purpose in working unless one works for someone, for something.

Long ago, before the Indians who live here now, there were other people. Perhaps they went away, or maybe they died or were driven out by these Indians’ ancestors, but they are gone. Yet sometimes I am not sure they are gone. I think sometimes their spirits are still around, in the land they loved. Each people has its gods, or the spirits in which they believe. It may be their god is the same as ours, only clothed in different stories, different ideas, but a god can only be strong, Hannes, if he is worshiped, and the gods of those ancient people are lonesome gods now. They are out there in the desert and mountains, and perhaps their strength has waned because nobody lights fires on their altars anymore. But they are there, Hannes, and sometimes I think they know me and remember me.

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 responded so readily to good treatment, and no other animal would run itself to death for a man — except, occasionally, a dog.