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.

I will see this game of life out to its bitter end

I did not have one bad spell during writing - an unprecedented record.

Work is my salvation. It changes my moods.

Fishermen, no matter what supreme good fortune befalls them, cannot ever be absolutely satisfied. It is a fundamental weakness of intellect.

This motion-picture muddle had distracted me from my writing.

It was a decent New Year's, but it took a million officers to make it so.