Where I was raised a woman's word was law. I ain't quite outgrowed that yet.

Never insult seven men when all your packing is a six-shooter.

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.

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

What is writing but an expression of my own life?

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

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