I Am Tired. My Arm Aches. My

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

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

Work Is My Salvation. It Changes My Moods.

There Was Never An Angler Who Lived But That There Was A Fish Capable Of Taking The Conceit Out Of Him.

There Are Always Greater Fish Than You Have Caught, Always The Lure Of Greater Task And Achievement, Always The Inspiration To Seek, To Endure, To Find.