Love of man for woman--love of woman for man. That's the nature, the meaning, the best of life itself.

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

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

Every once in a while I feel the tremendous force of the novel. But it does not stay with me.

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

Before exulatation had vanished, I felt as if I had been granted a marvellous privilege. Out of the inscrutable waters a beautiful fish had somehow leaped to show me fleetingly the life and spirit of his element.

These critics who crucify me do not guess the littlest part of my sincerity. They must be burned in a blaze. I cannot learn from them.