It is with rivers as it is with people: the greatest are not always the most agreeable nor the best to live with.

The meditative angler is not exempt from sensational periods. There are times when all the uncertainty of his chosen pursuit seems to condense itself into one big chance, and stand out before him like a salmon on the top wave of a rapid. He sees his luck hangs by a single strand of gut, and he cannot tell whether it will hold or break. This is the thrilling moment and he never forgets it.

There is a better thing than the observance of Christmas day, and that is, keeping Christmas.

Who can explain the secret pathos of Nature's loveliness? It is a touch of melancholy inherited from our mother Eve. It is an unconscious memory of the lost Paradise. It is the sense that even if we should find another Eden, we would not be fit to enjoy it perfectly nor stay in it forever.

But this I know. Those who seek Him will do well to look among the poor and the lowly, the sorrowful and the oppressed.

Heaven is blest with perfect rest, but the blessing of Earth is toil.

The birth of Jesus is the sunrise in the Bible.