. . perhaps the greatest satisfaction on the first day of the season is the knowledge in the evening that the whole of the rest of the season is to come.

Fishing is not like billiards, in which it is possible to attain a disgusting perfection.

Grab a chance and you won't be sorry for a might-have-been.

When a thing's done, it's done, and if it's not done right, do it differently next time.

I fished a little while ago with a man, not in his first youth, who had wasted the flower of his life on business and golf and gardening and motoring and marriage, and had in this way postponed his initiation (to fly fishing) far too long.

Fishing books , lit by emotion recollected in tranquility, are like poetry. .. . We do not think of them as books but as men. They are our companions and not only riverside. Summer and winter they are with us and what a pleasant company they are.

...next to the pleasure of reading a favourite fishing book comes that of persuading a friend to read it too.