It was a decent New Year's, but it took a million officers to make it so.

I love my work but do not know how I write it.

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

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

The difficulty, the ordeal, is to start.

I can write best in the silence and solitude of the night, when everyone has retired.

Realism is death to me. I cannot stand life as it is.