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

So it is that we can seldom help anybody. Either we don't know what part to give or maybe we don't like to give any part of ourselves. Then, more often than not, the part that is needed is not wanted. And even more often, we do not have the part that is needed.

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

In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing. We lived at the junction of great trout rivers in western Montana, and our father was a Presbyterian minister and a fly fisherman who tied his own flies and taught others. He told us about Christ's disciples being fishermen, and we were left to assume, as my brother and I did, that all first-class fishermen on the Sea of Galilee were fly fishermen and that John, the favorite, was a dry-fly fisherman.

I am haunted by waters.

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

The nearest anyone can come to finding himself at any given age is to find a story that somehow tells him about himself.