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 can write best in the silence and solitude of the night, when everyone has retired.
Men may rise on stepping stones of their dead selves to higher things.
Realism is death to me. I cannot stand life as it is.
If I fished only to capture fish, my fishing trips would have ended long ago.