I must go deeper and even stronger into my treasure mine and stint nothing of time, toil, or torture.

I must go deeper and even stronger into my treasure mine and stint nothing of time, toil, or torture.

I am tired. My arm aches. My head boils. My feet are cold. But I am not aware of any weakness.

I see so much more than I used to see. The effect has been to depress and sadden and hurt me terribly.

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

I hope I have found myself, my work, my happiness - under the light of the western skies.

Adam Larey gazed with hard and wondering eyes down the silent current of the red river upon which he meant to drift away into the desert