It is so pleasant to come across people more stupid than ourselves. We love them at once for being so.

You can always tell the old river hand by the way in which he stretches himself out upon the cushions at the bottom of the boat, and encourages the rowers by telling them anecdotes about the marvellous feats he performed last season.

Life will always remain a gamble, with prizes sometimes for the imprudent, and blanks so often to the wise.

Some people are under the impression that all that is required to make a good fisherman is the ability to tell lies easily and without blushing; but this is a mistake. Mere bald fabrication is useless; the veriest tyro can manage that. It is in the circumstantial detail, the embellishing touches of probability, the general air of scrupulous - almost of pedantic - veracity, that the experienced angler is seen.

It's really extraordinary what a variety of ways of loving there must be. We all do it as it was never done before.

Cassivelaunus had prepared the river for Caesar, by planting it full of stakes (and had, no doubt, put up a notice-board).

The weather is like the government, always in the wrong.