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

God has two dwellings; one in heaven, and the other in a meek and thankful heart.

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

No life is so happy and so pleasant as the life of the well-govern'd angler.

[Be grateful for the simple things in life. Don't take them for granted. After all...] What would a blind man give to see the pleasant rivers and meadows and flowers and fountains; and this and many other like blessings we enjoy daily.

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.

The will of man is by his reason swayed.