Oh, Darling, I've Been So Miserable.

The One Who Is Doing His Work And Getting Satisfaction From It Is Not The One The Poverty Bothers.

There Are Many Good Fishermen And Some Great Ones. But There Is Only One You.

All The Critics Who Could Not Make Their Reputations By Discovering You Are Hoping To Make Them By Predicting Hopefully Your Approaching Impotence, Failure And General Drying Up Of Natural Juices. Not A One Will Wish You Luck Or Hope That You Will Keep On Writing Unless You Have Political Affiliations In Which Case These Will Rally Around And Speak Of You And Homer, Balzac, Zola And Link Steffens.

Man Is Not Made For Defeat.

Fish," The Old Man Said. "fish, You Are Going To Have To Die Anyway. Do You Have To Kill Me Too?