I Can Write Best In The Silence

Writing Was Like Digging Coal. I Sweat Blood. The Spell Is On Me.

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

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

I Must Go Deeper And Even Stronger Into My Treasure Mine And Stint Nothing Of Time, Toil, Or Torture.

Before Exulatation Had Vanished, I Felt As If I Had Been Granted A Marvellous Privilege. Out Of The Inscrutable Waters A Beautiful Fish Had Somehow Leaped To Show Me Fleetingly The Life And Spirit Of His Element.