Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply.

I am full of fire and passion. I am not ready yet for great concentration and passion.

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

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

I need this wild life, this freedom.

There was never an angler who lived but that there was a fish capable of taking the conceit out of him.

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.