If Our Father Had Had His Way,

He Told Us About Christ's Disciples Being Fisherman, And We Were Left To Assume...that All Great Fishermen On The Sea Of Galilee Were Fly Fisherman And That John, The Favorite, Was A Dry-fly Fisherman.

When I Was Young, A Teacher Had Forbidden Me To Say "more Perfect" Because She Said If A Thing Is Perfect It Can't Be More So. But By Now I Had Seen Enough Of Life To Have Regained My Confidence In It.

I Am Haunted By Waters.

We Sat On The Bank And The River Went By. As Always, It Was Making Sounds To Itself, And Now It Made Sounds To Us. It Would Be Hard To Find Three Men Sitting Side By Side Who Knew Better What A River Was Saying.

When Exhausted And Feeling Sorry For Yourself, At Least Change Your Socks.