Life: Another Day, Another Dolor.

A Man Without A Horse Is Like A Man Without A Weapon: Stunted And Naked.

Every Man Has Two Vocations: His Own And Philosophy.

Girls: I Never Wanted Them All. Just All The Ones I Wanted.

No Man Likes To Be Smoked Out Of His Hole In February.

Within Minutes My 115-mile Walk Through The Desert Hills Becomes A Thing Apart, A Disjunct Reality On The Far Side Of A Bottomless Abyss, Immediately Beyond Physical Recollection.but It's All Still There In My Heart And Soul. The Walk, The Hills, The Sky, The Solitary Pain And Pleasure-they Will Grow Larger, Sweeter, Lovelier In The Days To Come, Like A Treasure Found And Then, Voluntarily, Surrendered. Returned To The Mountains With My Blessing. It Leaves A Golden Glowing On The Mind.