Death by starvation is slow.
I suppose no man becomes a pocket hunter by first intention.
Man is a great blunderer going about in the woods, and there is no other except the bear makes so much noise.
No man can be stronger than his destiny.
Nothing the desert produces expresses it better than the unhappy growth of the tree yuccas.
Over the tops of it, beginning to dusk under a young white moon, trailed a wavering ghost of smoke, and at the end of it I came upon the Pocket Hunter making a dry camp in the friendly scrub.
People would be surprised to know how much I learned about prayer from playing poker.
Probably we never fully credit the interdependence of wild creatures, and their cognizance of the affairs of their own kind.
The manner of the country makes the usage of life there, and the land will not be lived in except in its own fashion.
This is the sense of the desert hills, that there is room enough and time enough.
To underestimate one's thirst, to pass a given landmark to the right or left, to find a dry spring where one looked for running water - there is no help for any of these things.