Occupation: Author Birth: January 31, 1872 Death: October 23, 1939
Writing was like digging coal. I sweat blood. The spell is on me..
I will see this game of life out to its bitter end.
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..
What is writing but an expression of my own life?.
Before exulatation had vanished, I felt as if I had been granted a marvellous privilege. Out of the inscrutable waters a beautiful fish had somehow l….
The difficulty, the ordeal, is to start..
Men may rise on stepping stones of their dead selves to higher things..
If I fished only to capture fish, my fishing trips would have ended long ago..
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 sl….
There are always greater fish than you have caught, always the lure of greater task and achievement, always the inspiration to seek, to endure, t….
Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply..
Recipe For Greatness - To bear up under loss; To fight the bitterness of defeat and the weakness of grief; To be victor over anger; To smile when tea….
I hope I have found myself, my work, my happiness - under the light of the western skies..
Fishing is a condition of mind wherein you cannot possibly have a bad time..
Never insult seven men when all your packing is a six-shooter..
I can write best in the silence and solitude of the night, when everyone has retired..
What makes life worth living? Better surely, to yield to the stain of suicide blood in me and seek forgetfulness in the embrace of cold dark death..
Work is my salvation. It changes my moods..
Realism is death to me. I cannot stand life as it is..
I need this wild life, this freedom..