I Am Tired. My Arm Aches. My

There Was Never An Angler Who Lived But That There Was A Fish Capable Of Taking The Conceit Out Of Him.

Where I Was Raised A Woman's Word Was Law. I Ain't Quite Outgrowed That Yet.

There Are Hours When I Must Force The Novel Out Of My Mind And Be Interested In The Children.

Love Of Man For Woman--love Of Woman For Man. That's The Nature, The Meaning, The Best Of Life Itself.

Fishermen, No Matter What Supreme Good Fortune Befalls Them, Cannot Ever Be Absolutely Satisfied. It Is A Fundamental Weakness Of Intellect.