I Confess That Reading Proofs Is A

What Makes Life Worth Living? Better Surely, To Yield To The Stain Of Suicide Blood In Me And Seek Forgetfulness In The Embrace Of Cold Dark Death.

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

A Good Rule Of Angling Philosophy Is Not To Interfere With Any Fishermans Ways Of Being Happy, Unless You Want To Be Hated.

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

This Motion-picture Muddle Had Distracted Me From My Writing.