A Peace That Depends On Fear Is

We Measure Success By Accumulation. The Measure Is False. The True Measure Is Appreciation. He Who Loves Most Has Most.

Tact Is The Unsaid Part Of What You Think.

Hours Fly, Flowers Die: New Days, New Ways: Pass By! Love Stays.

The Meditative Angler Is Not Exempt From Sensational Periods. There Are Times When All The Uncertainty Of His Chosen Pursuit Seems To Condense Itself Into One Big Chance, And Stand Out Before Him Like A Salmon On The Top Wave Of A Rapid. He Sees His Luck Hangs By A Single Strand Of Gut, And He Cannot Tell Whether It Will Hold Or Break. This Is The Thrilling Moment And He Never Forgets It.

How Fascinating Is Death, The Extinction Of Life. One Moment Here And The Next Gone. The Light Put Out And Only The Empty Bag Of The Body Left.