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Edward Abbey Quotes - Page 12

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Proverbs save us the trouble of thinking. What we call folk wisdom is often no more than a kind of expedient stupidity.

Proverbs save us the trouble of thinking. What we call folk wisdom is often no more than a kind of expedient stupidity.

Thinking, Stupidity, Kind

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.11, RosettaBooks

What ideal, immutable Platonic cloud could equal the beauty and perfection of any ordinary everyday cloud floating over, say, Tuba City, Arizona, on a hot day in June?

Stars, Clouds, June

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.12, RosettaBooks

God is love? Not bloody likely.

God Is Love, Bloody

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.11, RosettaBooks

As a confirmed melancholic, I can testify that the best and maybe only antidote for melancholia is action. However, like most melancholics, I suffer also from sloth.

Sloth, Suffering, Action

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.26, RosettaBooks

The New Age orgy: The flesh was willing but the spirit's weak.

Age, Flesh, Spirit

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.16, RosettaBooks

The night I filled an inside straight: Even a blind hog's gonna root up an acorn once in a while.

Night, Roots, Acorns

In marriage, the occasional catastrophic crisis is easier to manage than the daily routine.

Routine, Easier, Occasional

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.43, RosettaBooks

I would never betray a friend to serve a cause. Never reject a friend to help an institution. Great nations may fall in ruin before I would sell a friend to save them.

Friendship, Betrayal, Fall

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.15, RosettaBooks

The world of employer and employee, like that of master and slave, debases both.

Work, World, Slave

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.20, RosettaBooks

As Mark Twain said, 'I love Wagner -- if only they'd cut out all that damned singing!'

Cutting, Singing, Said

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.40, RosettaBooks

The sexual revolution transformed the American West: Now even cowboys can get laid.

Cowboy, American West, Revolution

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.54, RosettaBooks

Poetry -- even bad poetry -- may be our final hope.

Finals, May

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.32, RosettaBooks

Anywhere, anytime, I'd sacrifice the finest nuance for a laugh, the most elegant trope for a smile.

Sacrifice, Laughing, Nuance

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.31, RosettaBooks

Wilderness and motors are incompatible and the former can best be experienced, understood and enjoyed when the machines are left behind where they belong -- on the superhighways and in the parking lots, on the reservoirs and in the marinas.

Machines, Wilderness, Left Behind

Edward Abbey (1968). “Desert Solitaire”, p.48, Simon and Schuster

If industrial man continues to multiply his numbers and expand his operations he will succeed in his apparent intention, to seal himself off from the natural and isolate himself within a synthetic prison of his own making.

Men, Numbers, Succeed

Edward Abbey (1968). “Desert Solitaire”, p.169, Simon and Schuster

Our job is to record, each in his own way, this world of light and shadow and time that will never come again exactly as it is today.

Photography, Jobs, Light

Edward Abbey (1954). “Slumgullion stew: an Edward Abbey reader”, E P Dutton

The best thing about graduating from the university was that I finally had time to sit on a log and read a good book.

Book, Graduates, Best Things

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.31, RosettaBooks

There are circumstances in which suicide presents a viable option; a workable alternative; the only sensible solution.

Suicide, Alternatives, Circumstances

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.24, RosettaBooks

A man is not aware of his virtues (if any). Nevertheless, one hopes that they exist.

Men, Virtue, Nevertheless

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.24, RosettaBooks

No man is wise enough to be another man's master. Each man's as good as the next -- if not a damn sight better.

Wise, Men, Sight

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.17, RosettaBooks

No tyranny is so irksome as petty tyranny: the officious demands of policemen, government clerks, and electromechanical gadgets.

Government, Clerks, Gadgets

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.18, RosettaBooks

Charity should be spontaneous. Calculated altruism is an affront.

Charity, Spontaneous, Affront

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.15, RosettaBooks

The rifle and handgun are 'equalizers' -- the weapons of a democracy. Tanks and bombers represent dictatorship.

Democracy, Tanks, Rifles

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.20, RosettaBooks

I would give ten years off the beginning of my life to see, only once, Tyrannosaurus rex come rearing up from the elms of Central Park, a Morgan police horse screaming in its jaws. We can never have enough of nature.

Horse, Central Park, Years

Edward Abbey (1954). “Slumgullion stew: an Edward Abbey reader”, E P Dutton

Music begins where words leave off. Music expresses the inexpressible. If there is a Kingdom of Heaven, it lies in music.

Lying, Heaven, Kingdoms

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.40, RosettaBooks

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