Fishing Is A Condition Of Mind Wherein

I Am Tired. My Arm Aches. My Head Boils. My Feet Are Cold. But I Am Not Aware Of Any Weakness.

What Is Writing But An Expression Of My Own Life?

Never Insult Seven Men When All Your Packing Is A Six-shooter.

I Will See This Game Of Life Out To Its Bitter End

I Hope I Have Found Myself, My Work, My Happiness - Under The Light Of The Western Skies.