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

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

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.

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

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

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

Work is my salvation. It changes my moods.