Most fishing rods work better if you grasp them at the thick end. If you grasp a fisherman at the thick end, you may get a thumb bit off.

Fly fishermen are born honest, but they get over it.

I don't regard nature as a spectator sport.

The best time to go fishing is when you can

I get all the truth I need in the newspaper every morning, and every chance I get I go fishing, or swap stories with fishermen to get the taste of it out of my mouth.

People who fish for food, and sport be damned, are called pot-fishermen. The more expert ones are called crack pot-fishermen. All other fishermen are called crackpot fishermen. This is confusing.

...there are few things deader than a dead brown trout stream.

Contrary to common belief, it is not true that if you cut a worm-fisherman in half, each half will grow into a complete fisherman. For which we should all be eternally grateful.

The chief difference between big-game fishing and weightlifting is that weightlifters never clutter up their library walls with stuffed barbells

Fly fishing or any other sport fishing, is an end in itself and not a game or competition among fishermen. . . .

... it takes several years of serious fishing before a man learns enough to go through a whole season with an unblemished record of physical and spiritual anguish.

When ignorance is passed down for a long time without giving it a second thought, it leads to evil because you are doing it without knowledge.

But we don’t run on facts. We run on stories about things. About people.

Is this a kissing book?

Human reproduction can be a sticky subject—” “Ewww!” groaned a chorus of students

The giant step in the walk of faith is the one we take when we decide God no longer is a part of our lives. He IS our life.

Sometimes there's a tackiness about Route 66 that out-tacks any tackiness I've ever seen anywhere else. And the Meramec Caverns are the pinnacle of that tack.

It is true practically if not altogether without exception that the changes studied by any science tend to equilibrate or neutralize the forces which bring them about, and finally to come to rest.

There's always a race against time. I don't think for one moment that life gets better. How can it? One's body starts to fall apart.

January gray is here, like a sexton by her grave; February bears the bier, march with grief doth howl and rave, and April weeps -- but, O ye hours! Follow with May's fairest flowers.

You were given the choice between war and dishonor. You chose dishonor and you will have war.