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 arise full of eagerness and energy, knowing well what achievement lies ahead of me.

A good rule of angling philosophy is not to interfere with any fishermans ways of being happy, unless you want to be hated.

No one connected intimately with a writer has any appreciation of his temperament, except to think him overdoing everything.

Work is my salvation. It changes my moods.

I confess that reading proofs is a pleasure. It stimulates and inspires me.

Writing was like digging coal. I sweat blood. The spell is on me.