I see so much more than I used to see. The effect has been to depress and sadden and hurt me terribly.
Today I began the novel that I determined to be great.
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.
Fishing is a condition of mind wherein you cannot possibly have a bad time.
Men may rise on stepping stones of their dead selves to higher things.
I did not have one bad spell during writing - an unprecedented record.