Now is the time to think of only one thing. That which I was born for.
He did not say that because he knew that if you said a good thing it might not happen.
Every day is a new day. It is better to be lucky. But I would rather be exact. Then when luck comes you are ready.
You did not kill the fish only to keep alive and to sell for food. You killed him for pride and because you are a fisherman. You loved him when he was alive and you loved him after. If you love him, it is not a sin to kill him. Or is it more?
The hell with luck. I’ll bring the luck with me.
Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with what there is.
My big fish must be somewhere.
If the others heard me talking out loud they would think that I am crazy. But since I am not crazy, I do not care.
I try not to borrow. First you borrow. Then you beg.
I hate a cramp. It is a treachery of one’s own body.
Anyone can be a fisherman in May.
A man is never lost at sea and it is a long island.
