It Was A Decent New Year's, But

What Is Writing But An Expression Of My Own Life?

These Critics Who Crucify Me Do Not Guess The Littlest Part Of My Sincerity. They Must Be Burned In A Blaze. I Cannot Learn From Them.

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

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

The Difficulty, The Ordeal, Is To Start.