If I Fished Only To Capture Fish,

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

Realism Is Death To Me. I Cannot Stand Life As It Is.

Men May Rise On Stepping Stones Of Their Dead Selves To Higher Things.

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

Far Away Tongariro! Green - White Thundering Athabasca River Of New Zealand! I Vowed I Would Come Again Down Across The Pacific To Fish In The Swift Cold Waters Of This Most Beautiful And Famous Of Trout Streams. It Is Something To Have Striven. It Is Much To Have Kept Your Word.