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

What is writing but an expression of my own life?

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.

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

Recipe For Greatness - To bear up under loss; To fight the bitterness of defeat and the weakness of grief; To be victor over anger; To smile when tears are close; To resist disease and evil men and base instincts; To hate hate and to love love; To go on when it would seen good to die; To look up with unquenchable faith in something ever more about to be. That is what any man can do, and be great.

Today I began the novel that I determined to be great.

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