No one connected intimately with a writer has any appreciation of his temperament, except to think him overdoing everything.
Realism is death to me. I cannot stand life as it is.
I must go deeper and even stronger into my treasure mine and stint nothing of time, toil, or torture.
It was a decent New Year's, but it took a million officers to make it so.
Fishing is a condition of mind wherein you cannot possibly have a bad time.
Fishermen, no matter what supreme good fortune befalls them, cannot ever be absolutely satisfied. It is a fundamental weakness of intellect.