Realism is death to me. I cannot stand life as it is.

Love of man for woman--love of woman for man. That's the nature, the meaning, the best of life itself.

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.

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

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

At the end of the day faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don't really expect it. Its like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And its not so important happy ever after, just that its happy right now. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you , and once in a while people may even take your breath away.

Realism is death to me. I cannot stand life as it is.