Probably we never fully credit the interdependence of wild creatures, and their cognizance of the affairs of their own kind.

Nothing the desert produces expresses it better than the unhappy growth of the tree yuccas.

For one thing there is the divinest, cleanest air to be breathed anywhere in God's world.

This is the sense of the desert hills, that there is room enough and time enough.

What women have to stand on squarely is not their ability to see the world in the way men see it, but the importance and validity of their seeing it in some other way.

Nevertheless there are certain peaks, canons, and clear meadow spaces which are above all compassing of words, and have a certain fame as of the nobly great to whom we give no familiar names.