When you work for the thing you believe in You're rich though the whole way is rough- But work that is simply for money Will never quite pay you enough.

Dumb animals we call them, while they bark and neigh and moo. They talk as much as we do - to them we seem dumb too.

We must respect the work we do. A slipshod method never pays- It may get by, but in our minds It makes a scar that always stays.

Work should never make me weary If I'm really meant to do it, But it soon becomes exhausting If it's greed that drives me to it.

Friends don't leave friends behind to wash dishes for yetis!

I'm a horrible person. And it's just coming out in my work.

Now, I simply won’t let my friends, the people who trusted me, be bothered and badgered about

It is a peculiar part of the good photographer's adventure to know where luck is most likely to lie in the stream, to hook it, and to bring it in without unfair play and without too much subduing it.

I'd left Hawaii twice in my life, so I'd been on an island my whole life. I had no clue. I didn't know how to live in a city.

Hospitality in the prairie country is not limited. Even if your enemy passes your way, you must feed him before you shoot him.

There are more than 200,000 people in Maputo who are nothing more than parasites.

When the water of a place is bad it is safest to drink none that has not been filtered through either the berry of a grape, or else a tub of malt. These are the most reliable filters yet invented.

It is language which speaks in literature, in all its swarming 'polysemic' plurality, not the author himself.

I think there must be safety in numbers. If you f - up enough times, they forget which one you really did. They start thinking, "Well, nobody can be that bad."