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

At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear. It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us. You can love completely without complete understanding.

Poets talk about "spots of time", but it is really the fishermen who experience eternity compressed into a moment. No one can tell what a spot of time is until suddenly the whole world is a fish and the fish is gone.

Help is giving part of yourself to somebody who comes to accept it willingly and needs it badly.

At the time I did not know that stories of life are often more like rivers than books.

How can a question be answered that asks a lifetime of questions.

Many of us would probably be better fishermen if we did not spend so much time watching and waiting for the world to become perfect