Thou fair-haired angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown Put on, and smil… - Edward Abbey

When a man must be afraid to drink freely from his country's river and streams that country is no longer fit to live in.

As for writing, that's a cruel hard business. Unless you're very lucky it'll break your heart.

All men at heart, she thought — at bottom should I say? — are really queer. The way ballplayers pat one another on the fannies, running onto the field or coming out of the huddle. The Greek quarterback and the nervous center. Queer as clams. Though of course none would have the decency or honesty or nerve to admit it.