The Waters are Nature's storehouse in which she locks up her wonders.
The person who loses their conscience has nothing left worth keeping.
Angling may be said to be so like the mathematics that it can never be fully learned.
Angling is somewhat like poetry, men are to be born so.
I am, Sir, a brother of the angle.
Let us be thankful for health and competence, and, above all, for a quiet conscience.