Jealously Was An Unjust And Stifling Thing.

Love Grows More Tremendously Full, Swift, Poignant, As The Years Multiply.

What Is Writing But An Expression Of My Own Life?

The Indian Story Has Never Been Written. Maybe I Am The Man To Do It.

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.

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