Realism Is Death To Me. I Cannot

Fishermen, No Matter What Supreme Good Fortune Befalls Them, Cannot Ever Be Absolutely Satisfied. It Is A Fundamental Weakness Of Intellect.

I Confess That Reading Proofs Is A Pleasure. It Stimulates And Inspires Me.

I Can Write Best In The Silence And Solitude Of The Night, When Everyone Has Retired.

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.

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