At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear.

When exhausted and feeling sorry for yourself, at least change your socks.

One great thing about fly fishing is that after a while nothing exists of the world but thoughts about fly fishing

As for my father, I never knew whether he believed God was a mathematician but he certainly believed God could count and that only by picking up God's rhythms were we able to regain power and beauty. Unlike many Presbyterians, he often used the word "beautiful.

I knew that, when needed, mountains would move for me.

A mystery of the universe is how it has managed to survive with so much volunteer help.

Now nearly all those I loved and did not understand when I was young are dead, but I still reach out to them.