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

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

The difficulty, the ordeal, is to start.

Men may rise on stepping stones of their dead selves to higher things.

If I fished only to capture fish, my fishing trips would have ended long ago.

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

I need this wild life, this freedom.