Angling is somewhat like poetry, men are to be born so.
Blessings we enjoy daily, and for the most of them, because they be so common, men forget to pay their praises. [and miss much of their benefits from grateful appreciation]
An excellent angler, and now with God.
Let me tell you that every misery I miss is a new blessing.
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter.
Let us be thankful for health and competence, and, above all, for a quiet conscience.