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It Was A Decent New Year's, But It Took A Million Officers To Make It So.

Recipe For Greatness - To Bear Up Under Loss; To Fight The Bitterness Of Defeat And The Weakness Of Grief; To Be Victor Over Anger; To Smile When Tears Are Close; To Resist Disease And Evil Men And Base Instincts; To Hate Hate And To Love Love; To Go On When It Would Seen Good To Die; To Look Up With Unquenchable Faith In Something Ever More About To Be. That Is What Any Man Can Do, And Be Great.

Fishing Is A Condition Of Mind Wherein You Cannot Possibly Have A Bad Time.

No One Connected Intimately With A Writer Has Any Appreciation Of His Temperament, Except To Think Him Overdoing Everything.

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