A man without enemies is a dishonest man.

There was a wildness inside him; someday he would capture it. Not to be tamed, but to be released. For only by understanding his mind could it be freed.

I often wonder what happened to those few I spent my youth in battle beside, those select individuals whom I was drawn to simply by coincidence, whom I joined forces with against an unknown future...

I watched the surrounding landscape with great curiosity, and I wanted to discover the words that could describe all its unspoiled beauty.

This was going to be difficult, because he enjoyed women, but all the ones he has known seemed to be sent as secret assassins on a mission to destroy his pride and ability.

The trees show definitions of themselves subtly like the face of a man.

As the saturating colors of sun-life fade from sight, the ominous moon reaches out its long arm and applies the dark dyes of night.

…returning to nature has been a dream present in the minds of every generation since mankind first left nature.

It occurred to me that no words by the tongue of man can express the simplicities of a quiet land, so I returned to the river.

My hands are flowing like sunlight. The shapes and colors are astounding. I don’t understand these images that are empowering me. My brush touches the canvas like photons to the earth, and a new world...

I walked slowly to enjoy this freedom, and when I came out of the mountains, I saw the sky over the prairie, and I thought that if heaven was real, I hoped it was a...

The contemplative man always lives alone. Regardless of who may reside in his home, his is a solitary world.

That’s a compliment for anyone who knows the freedom and clarity of losing their mind,” he reaffirmed her.

Today I am an unemployed writer living as a recluse in the great Northwoods.

Only lost photographs that were never taken know what my mind speaks of when we are alone together.

What man does not seek the power of his dreams, and believe in his ability to match the grace of his illusions.

When I returned to camp, they walked behind me on the trail, and we spoke not a word about getting skunked today, but rather talked about the days we returned with a stringer full of...

It has always been my understanding that truth and freedom can only exist in wild places.

There are places which exist in this world beyond the reach of imagination.

Their minds told them this life was not their own. This life was not the one designed for this body and soul. The truth of existence was a happiness separated from the easy happy life....

The truth of existence was a happiness separated from the easy happy life. There was music in the forest. There was clean air where nobody could hear him breathe.

I was disoriented by the idea that men should ever leave the forest.

If you have not touched the rocky wall of a canyon. If you have not heard a rushing river pound over cobblestones. If you have not seen a native trout rise in a crystalline pool...

We smoked fat cigars by the campfire and they tasted like wood and ash. The inhale and exhale was exciting. Blowing smoke rings in the calm forest air was followed by a deep swallow of...

He never cared too much for parties or people, but misanthropy could easily be cured by several alcoholic drinks.

The mountains knew the definition of freedom. They provided a place where he could find his mind.

The past and the future were starlight, seemingly so close, but forever out of reach. Eli felt that starlight, the infinity of knowing nothing but his finite existence.

Every falling leaf reminds me that I too will soon be separated from these trees. Trying to capture freedom is like trying to catch a falling leaf. Occasionally you may grab one out of the...