Angling is somewhat like poetry, men are to be born so.

Angling may be said to be so like the Mathematics that it can never be fully learnt; at least not so fully but that there will still be more new experiments left for the trial of other men that succeed us.

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.

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter.

That which is everybody's business is nobody's business.

Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.

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