If I Fished Only To Capture Fish,

I See So Much More Than I Used To See. The Effect Has Been To Depress And Sadden And Hurt Me Terribly.

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

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

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

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