He that loses his conscience has nothing left that is worth keeping.

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.

Angling is somewhat like poetry, men are to be born so: I mean, with inclinations to it, though both may be heightened by discourse and practice.

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.

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.

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

Doubtless God Could Have Made A Better Berry, But Doubtless God Never Did.

The Waters are Nature’s storehouse in which she locks up her wonders...

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