When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues. – Honore de Balzac
Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me – I am happy. – Hamlin Garland