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

Let me tell you that every misery I miss is a new blessing.

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

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

I have known a very good, fisher angle diligently four or six hours for a river carp, and not have a bite.

We see but the outside of a rich man's happiness; few consider him to be like the silkworm, that, when she seems to play, is at the very same time consuming herself.

This dish of meat is too good for any but anglers, or very honest men.