If all the theories were correct, there wouldn't be a fish left in all of our lakes and rivers and streams.

There is a wheel within a wheel; a secret sacred wheel of Providence (most visible in marriages), guided by His hand that allows not the race to the swift nor bread to the wise, nor good wives to good men: and He that can bring good out of evil (for mortals are blind to this reason) only knows why this blessing was denied to patient Job, to meek Moses, and to our as meek and patient Mr Hooker.

Let us be thankful for health and competence, and, above all, for a quiet conscience.

And though it is most certain, that two lutes being both strung and turned to an equal pitch, and then one played upon, the other will warble a faint audible harmony in answer to the same tune: yet many will not believe there is any such thing as sympathy of souls, and I am well pleased that every reader do enjoy his own opinion.

Old-fashioned poetry, but choicely good.

God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling.

Good company and good discourse are the very sinews of virtue.