I can write best in the silence and solitude of the night, when everyone has retired.

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.

Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply.

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

There are hours when I must force the novel out of my mind and be interested in the children.

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

I love my work but do not know how I write it.