Blessings upon all that hate contention, and love quietnesse, and vertue, and Angling.
The person who loses their conscience has nothing left worth keeping.
No life is so happy and so pleasant as the life of the well-govern'd angler.
Let me tell you that every misery I miss is a new blessing. [Not only be grateful for the good that you have but also for the bad you don't!]
I am, Sir, a brother of the angle.
Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.